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INBOX ♦ un: crimson duelist

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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Ah, so close, but sadly no!

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

Care to try again?

[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?

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?

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.

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?

[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.

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. ]

[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.

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.

[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.

Oh, once is a lingering problem, is it? If you'd give me a little warning next time, I'm certain I can dress appropriately.

[ This is a comfortable shirt, though. He'll keep it on for the time being. ]

Even if it happened only once, the problem remained until now. And thus, lingering.

[Ardyn and his annoying semantics.]

You're not done, you know. You still have to prove to me you can remove it with haste.

[ Ardyn, please. X’rhun’s eyes are going to roll right out of his head at this rate. ]

You are incorrigible. All this fuss just to see me half naked.

[ But rather than argue, he tugs the shirt off again, easy as you please. ]

Ta-da!

[Forever shameless, Ardyn doesn't care if he's being ridiculous.]

Perfect. See? No buckles or buttons or anything getting in the way. Aren't you touched by how thoughtful I am?

[Also he gets to enjoy the view, so. Bonus.]

Oh, but of course. It warms my heart knowing you put such careful thought in how best to see me disrobe.

[ He then takes the shirt in his hand and… chucks it at Ardyn’s head, tail waving frantically with amusement even as he says, ]

You are awful.

[wow RUDE???

The shirt lands quite neatly on top of his head, obscuring his face for a hilarious moment. Ardyn reaches up to remove it, fingers in soft new cloth, leaving his hair even more of a mess than it usually is once he finally frees himself.

He's hardly offended, only grinning widely. Even as being called 'awful' is flung at him moments later.]

Is this how you show your gratitude? Literally throwing my gifts to you back in my face?

[ He hadn’t expected Ardyn to just let the shirt hit him – the man can teleport, after all – so the result is quite comical indeed. X’rhun is already grinning, but now his expression cracks wide open, teeth flashing. ]

This is how I scold you. Don’t think I haven’t noticed your ogling.

[Ardyn feigns absolute, utter surprise... even as he tosses the shirt haphazardly back at his friend, right at his face.]

I do not ogle, like some lecherous soul. I'm simply making sure all is as it ought to be.

[ X'rhun isn't as good a sport about the shirt throwing as Ardyn, and snatches it out of the air before it can hit him. ]

Oh, but you do, and you are. You've been enjoying the view from the moment I undid my buttons.

[ No more ogling for you, sir! He tugs the t-shirt back over his head, so there! ]

[And at that, he has to let out an audible laugh. What a shame X’rhun is putting his shirt back on, but he supposes he did buy it so it could be worn.]

Please. Acting as if you don’t enjoy the way my eyes slide across you. I know better than that.

[So much for not being lecherous.]

Excuse you, I’ll have you know I take no such enjoyment under the gaze of a terrible man such as yourself.

[ That is such a lie. He didn’t even try all that hard to hide it. ]

Is that so?

[A hand to his chest, in a dramatic gesture of being both hurt and resigned.]

Then I can stop appreciating your form, from here on out, if it makes you so uncomfortable.

[ He laughs. ]

Anything but that. My poor ego needs the stroking, even if you are horrible.

I see. Good to know that you place your ego above your sense of decency.

[He could have made a joke about stroking here, but Ardyn will hold his tongue this time. Maybe.]

I am but a man of simple needs.

[ He's a little disappointed at the lack of a joke, to be honest. He set it up so nicely and everything! ]

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