#ironwills2

[theendcaller]

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There was a small scowl on Matthew’s face as Fandaniel speaks again. The urge to just drop the other back onto the ground increasing for a moment before his ears perks up as he notices the others slurred and slow speech. Okay for once in the Miqo’te’s life he couldn’t help but worry for the other…..Just a little bit

But he was back to scowling at Fandaniel at the other rambling on about everything he’s done to him…..Mainly the Garlamald bit.

  “ Again,I will not hesitate to just drop you and leave you on the ground “ He says before moving a hand to rest on the others chest to keep the other upright. Oh who was he kidding,despite everything the Ascian has done to him,he will still give him a helping hand.

Dam his soft heart

Matthew’s eyes glance over to the other as he speaks,rolling them for a moment at his half-mocking tone before thinking for a moment.

  “ Well seems best if one helps you home…..If you cannot even stand upright without a hand on your chest then tis possible next time I encounter you,you will be face first in the ground “

Goodness GRACIOUS did his head hurt, and every word the Mi'qote says sounds both distant and unbearably loud. An interesting combination, to be sure.

"Ha! Tragically I am inclined to agree." Fandaniel says with a bit more venom laced in his voice this time. "I'll tell you where my apartment is, and you can dispose of me there. I shall be most obliged. You'll find it..." Oh dear. He doesn't remember. "Ahhh folly." He takes out the cellphone from his robe and holds the buttons on the side of it.

He speaks after the following 'ding: please say a command'.

"Please give us the directions to 423 Archimedes Ward."

The GPS takes over in telling Matthew where to go. "Vuala! There you go! Now you have no excuses to get lost~" Fandaniel says jokingly, trying to sound as unannoyed and unconcerned as possible.

[theendcaller]

Fandaniel looks positively wounded. As though someone had splashed wine all over a finely tailored suit of his. He gasps loudly. “Are you implying there are better things to do than bother you? Why, I-”

And then just like that, Fandaniel’s plans to irritate the Hero are in tatters before they could even be executed. While prancing up to him, his foot meets a slippery, wet piece of paper on the ground. He falls backwards and hits his head so hard it bounces. Needless to say, in this mortal body with only a sliver of power, this is a tragically brutal blow.

Stunned, ears ringing and world fading in and out, the only thing Fandaniel can do is groan incoherently while gripping at his pounding skull.

The worst part about this all is that there is no one else around. Just he and the Hero.

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  “ Don’t you have something better to do than bother me? ” A irritated sigh was followed after he spoke,his eyes narrowing into a hard glare at the other. Oh how he enjoyed the small time the other wasn’t around Spirle……But alas,all good things must come to an end