[And hello, indeed. What a tone that is, he thinks, straightening from his seat on his chosen cot — feeling nerve endings cry out in something that can only be described as deeply sore, the wound across his chest sewn up, patched up, but still fresh enough to remind him that it’s there.
Doesn’t stop Ardyn from inviting X’rhun closer with a sweeping, widening gesture of his arms.
He’s no fool. He knows what this is about. Yet never is that enough to quell the facetious air that hovers around him like a satellite.]
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Doesn’t stop Ardyn from inviting X’rhun closer with a sweeping, widening gesture of his arms.
He’s no fool. He knows what this is about. Yet never is that enough to quell the facetious air that hovers around him like a satellite.]
Do we? Well, here I am, and so… talk.