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[verflair]

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This is X'rhun Tia. I have been informed that the purpose of this "voicemail" is for the caller to leave me a message. Please feel free to do so.

...Now if only I knew how to retrieve these messages.

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[daemonized]

You assume correctly. Shall I come to you again?

[If he gets to see the chocobo, bonus points.]

[verflair]

If you’d like. I can always come to you, for a change of pace.

[daemonized]

[But...chocobo...]

Come now, I don't mind. I might get to see your feathered friend.

[verflair]

I'm beginning to think you only keep me around for my chocobo.

[daemonized]

Oh, no, I keep you around for more than just your chocobo. Your outfit is quite a sight to behold from a distance, as well.

And I suppose the company isn't terrible.

[verflair]

First of all, I'll have you know my Duelist uniform is amazing to behold from any distance.

Second of all, it's such a comfort to know I'm more than just a pretty face and not at all an afterthought to you.

Come by if you wish, Valiant and I shall be here waiting for you.

[daemonized]

[He grins on his end, though it can't be seen.]

Then I shall be there shortly, present in tow.

[And, as he says, he arrives in about the same time it took him the last he visited. There's a knocking on your door now, X'rhun! Open up!]

[verflair]

[ Valiant is once again in her spot on the porch. (X’rhun likely went to fetch her while Ardyn made his way over.) By now she knows him as a friend and kwehs at him as he approaches. Where’s her present, huh?

At the knocking, X’rhun opens the door. He’s still wearing the lower half of his Duelist uniform, but the coat in particular is notably absent, leaving him in that white shirt from before, the sleeves cuffed just above his elbows.

He steps aside to wave Ardyn in. ]

The station certainly makes travel convenient, doesn’t it?

[daemonized]

[Have no doubt that Ardyn was likely petting Valiant for a moment or two before X’rhun came to the door. It should be obvious by the way his hand is resting on the bird’s neck when he comes into view, the other holding a plain white box under his arm.

He notes, with some amusement, that his friend is not dressed completely in his uniform, but he makes no comment as he saunters into his home.]

Teleportation is often a very useful thing.

[A man who can warp is allowed to utter such a statement with confidence. Ardyn smiles, and offers jokingly:]

Miss me?

[verflair]

[ X’rhun would not expect anything less, to be honest. He’s not even surprised to find Ardyn’s hand still on Valiant’s neck when he opens the door. Valiant, for her part, just likes the attention, headbutting Ardyn’s retreating hand as he moves to step inside. ]

Miss you? Oh, every moment of my life, Ardyn.

[ Said in true dramatic fashion, hand over his heart and everything. His eyes do eventually land on the box in Ardyn’s arm, however. ]

I’ll be. You really do have something for me.

[daemonized]

[Ah, Valiant... don't worry, friend, he'll pet you on the way out, too.

But for now, Ardyn spins on his heel in a rather dramatic fashion (unsurprising), so that he faces his friend with a smile.]

Of course. I never lie. [THAT'S A LIE] I saw something wandering about the city, and thought to myself, 'My, X'rhun certainly would benefit from something that doesn't take an age to remove.'

[He hands the plain, rectangular box to him.] Here. [And if he deigns to open it right now, within there will be a couple of amazing red t-shirts, folded neatly within.]

[verflair]

[ Sure, Ardyn never lies. And X’rhun is the king of Doma. That little remark gets a roll of his eyes, but he has little time to remark on it since Ardyn keeps the conversation striding forward.

He takes the offered box with a laugh. ]

Ah, I see how it is. This is not so much a gift for me as it is a gift for you.

[ He has a whole closet full of other clothes Ardyn, gosh!! But of course he’s opening that box right up, pulling one of the shirts free to get a better look at it. He looks the garment over for a quiet moment, eyes landing on the stylized cat on the chest, and his expression cracks wide open. He just laughs, he laughs hard and loud until tears prick the corners of his eyes. ]

Oh gods, this is by far the best thing I’ve ever been given. And you got me two.

[ They’re ridiculous. He loves them. ]

[daemonized]

[He seems pleased that X'rhun is so obviously delighted by his little gift; honestly, he figured that he'd see the humor it in, for Ardyn did as well, and they share in their appreciation for the ridiculous.]

It only functions as a gift for myself if you actually decide to wear them.

[He even got them in red for him!]

Will you? I made sure to pick out red, just for you.

[verflair]

Hmm.

[ He’s very obviously pretending to consider, because even if his expression doesn’t give him away at the start, the wagging of his tail certainly does.

He lowers the shirt to look over at Ardyn, a smirk curving his lips. ]

What’s the magic word?

[daemonized]

[X'rhun......

Watch the very high arch of Ardyn's brow as he hums with consideration. Yes, he notes that smirk, and the enthusiasm of his friend's tail.

Still, if they're going with the theme of please not being a word that he looses from his lips very often, then his response should not be surprising.]

Hmm. 'Immediately'?

[verflair]

Ah, so close, but sadly no!

[ He might be enjoying giving Ardyn a hard time a bit too much. ]

Care to try again?

[daemonized]

[Listen, friend, Ardyn will dance this dance all day long.]

Well, let me think... Is it 'forthwith'? Or any other innumerable synonyms for the same word?

[verflair]

Getting colder, I’m afraid.

[ Ardyn pls… ]

I’m quite sure you know what I’m asking for. You’re just being difficult. What ever am I going to do with you?

[daemonized]

I assure you, I haven't the slightest idea what you're talking about.

[And that is definitely a bald-faced lie.]

I'm not the sort of man to be difficult for difficulty's sake.

[verflair]

Oh, the hells you aren’t.

[ There’s another roll of his eyes, his gaze landing on the red fabric in his hands again. ]

However, given that you oh-so-kindly wear the gifts I give you, I suppose it would only be polite to return the favor, even if you won’t ask nicely. Shall I try it on?

[daemonized]

[It is nigh impossible to miss the satisfied look in his eyes, and the way it wraps around every word that leaves his lips. He's innocent, really!]

I would very much like that, yes. After all, we must see just how well the shirts suit you.

[verflair]

Very well, since you’re twisting my arm so.

[ Ardyn is doing no such thing.

He sets the box aside to get to his feet. At least he doesn’t have his jacket to contend with, and in a short moment, he’s worked the buttons of his shirt loose and shrugged it off, tossing it aside. He pulls the t-shirt over his head next, ears pressed flat against his skull only to bob free once he pokes his head out past the collar. ]

Well, what do you think?

[ It does fit. It fits him well, in fact. ]

[daemonized]

[Well, he's silent while he watches -- not without appreciation, of course. As X'rhun slips one of the red shirts over his head, Ardyn crosses his arms over his chest.

He pretends to give his question a long moment of consideration, as if the answer wasn't already abundantly clear.]

Hmm. Well, it certainly seems to fit. It's good to know that my memory regarding the general size of your... form did not fail me.

[verflair]

You spent a good while acquainting yourself with it recently, so I'm not surprised.

[ He flicks his ears, amused over his own joke. ]

Thank you, my friend.

[daemonized]

[There's certainly no dearth of amusement in Ardyn's expression. ]

Oh, you're more than welcome. And it's as I said -- it presents a solution to something that had been a lingering problem before.