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theimmoralmelody:

He sat quite still for a long moment, arms folding stiffly across his chest;    the tips of his fingers twinging. He listened—-or rather endured, in silence;       willing the sound to become white noise ringing in his ears—which           may have passed closer to the truth, in any case.

               Then he stood up, silver locks framing his features, lips tautly drawn.                    “—this scene has overplayed its welcome.”                        He looked off, seemingly with the intent to depart.

      He looked over the other with the same close, narrow-eyed scrutiny------then, finally, he shrugged his shoulders, glancing down at one of his bedazzled hands. His voice was more nonchalant now, but there remained something a little pointed about it, his lips giving a small tug at either corner. "Suit yourself, Kujie-coo. Just don't forget who's doing the heavy lifting.” He paused here, scarlet lips pursing------then concluded, peering up at the other from under lowered lids.

      “You won't like what happens if you do.” He wagged a finger, his mouth bent into a faint, lingering curl.

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theimmoralmelody:

The sulky line of his mouth tightened, a flicker of irritation glimpsing his brow.     Violet eyes flashed a sharp glance towards the other, and then closed, lids creasing.       “There is no progress to be made, you dancing fool.” He put a hand up to his face,             slender digits cradling his temple.

                    “We are mere pawns on strings in this world, cavorting to the whims                           of a reality in which no word or action amounts to the smallest thing.                               It’s the most pathetic scene I have suffered to witness.                                   I am dreadfully weary of such nonsense—leave me be.”

          He blinked, visibly taken aback at this------even affronted, staring at the other for a long moment. Then his eyes narrowed suddenly------sharply, dangerously, and he began again, quieter than usual, but gaining volume as he spoke through his teeth.

          “Well, of course it doesn’t amount to a damned thing, you oily-tongued moron! When was the last time you pulled your own weight? And unless you plan on starting, I wouldn’t advise you piss off the bigger men doing it for you.” He paused here, eyes squeezing to the barest slits before he resumed. “Ooh------or better yet. Cut the fancy backtalk, and get off your ass!”

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theimmoralmelody:

“I grow weary of such a delusional script.”

              “No refinement of word or delivery shall                     change this idle game of fickle gods.                          I have no interest.”

          “Blah, blah, blah!” He imitated a mouth opening and closing with one of his bejeweled hands. “You got a lot of lip on you, you know that? A whole lotta bark and not half the bite! You ever shut that hole in your face for a change and start doing your job, instead of making me do everything myself, and who knows------we might actually make some progress!”

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theimmoralmelody:

“Interest hastens to flee at the looming     shadow of a repetitious act.”

                  He looked away, pale lids flickering, a sulky crease lining his mouth.                       “—I care not how you choose to entertain yourself,                             and even lesser is my desire to become so involved.”

          “Hehehe------well, that’s just too bad, isn’t it? ‘Cause last I checked, kiddo, you work for me. So you’re gonna get involved------and you’re gonna go on being involved, whether you like it not. You got that?”

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theimmoralmelody:

“No such act shall be performed that could possibly        rival the farcical dramatics of that which               you yourself portray, painted one.”

          “Yeah, yeah------so what? I make it look good, which is more than I can say for you.” He paused here, eyes agleam.

          “Anyway, you wanna go or something? ‘Cause y’know, Kujie-coo------I can do this all day.”

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          “Am I gonna see another hissy fit?!”

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GENERAL KEFKA.

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Sometimes I feel I am losing control and feed on the absence of love.

“Eh——sucks to be you, doesn’t it, twerp?!”

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“Ooh——naughty, naughty!” He snickered a little, chiding, kaleidoscopic color mixing with nail-biting sound as he wagged a slim, bejeweled digit from side to side. “Where’re your manners, little girl?!" 

Here, he paused deliberately, cherry-rimmed eyes glistening like sapphires on ice, narrowed to slits as light balled at the tips of her fingers to greet him, momentarily granting her his full, undivided attention. Mn, feeling feisty, are we? Don’t make me laugh——heh. Her trembling limbs sold her out from under herself. Pale eyebrows elevated in tandem with scarlet lips tugged back in response, his cold hands wedding together underneath his chin as milky teeth split a lurid grin across his face. 

"Maybe you need another lesson, mn——?” His voice was low, a sugar-coated purr glazed with menace to make a mockery of her, escaping him astride a hiss of warm air fleeing from his lungs.

"Well, well----would'ya look at you?!"

    ❝ 光の魔術師 —

       That—… voice.

      She would know it anywhere — that musicality mixed with the sound of blades on glass, of nails on skin, of a raucous laughter overlaying cacophony as the earth split apart beneath him—

      That voice, as he asked her the same question, time and again: how did you do it? How are you here? How did you defy death? How did you defy me?

      She was stepping back before her mind recognized the movement, nearly stumbling over her own feet in her attempt to set distance between herself and the mad God ( though she knew that would be of no use — he had the ability to find her wherever she went, as he so often had proven ); hands flew out to her sides as if to anchor her, or perhaps baring her fangs: showing him the only weapon she possessed against him in the glimmering white that laced her fingertips.

       ❝—Go away.❞

      Shaking — her voice, her body, her resolve; she knew he wouldn’t listen and yet she weakly tried.

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"Meh. Sleepy."

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"Eh----couldn't set you straight if the destruction of mankind depended on it, kiddo. Hehehe."

"Hmn. Yes, I suppose ‘grace’ isn’t the correct word. Cursed would be more accurate. I thank you for setting me straight.”

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"Who said I was gracing you, eh, momma's boy?!"

"What a surprise… I have not been graced by your appearance in some time…”

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"Meh------disgusting."

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englie replied to your post: “Eck, eck——dusty!”

Wipes off the dust “better now?”

"------?! Hands off, you little punk!"

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"Eck, eck------dusty!"