[ 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?
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, 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.
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.
[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.
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[ 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?
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[And that is definitely a bald-faced lie.]
I'm not the sort of man to be difficult for difficulty's sake.
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[ 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?
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I would very much like that, yes. After all, we must see just how well the shirts suit you.
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[ 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. ]
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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.
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[ He flicks his ears, amused over his own joke. ]
Thank you, my friend.
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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.
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[ This is a comfortable shirt, though. He'll keep it on for the time being. ]
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[Ardyn and his annoying semantics.]
You're not done, you know. You still have to prove to me you can remove it with haste.
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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!
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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.]
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[ 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.
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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?
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This is how I scold you. Don’t think I haven’t noticed your ogling.
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I do not ogle, like some lecherous soul. I'm simply making sure all is as it ought to be.
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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! ]
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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.]
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[ That is such a lie. He didn’t even try all that hard to hide it. ]
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[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.
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Anything but that. My poor ego needs the stroking, even if you are horrible.
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[He could have made a joke about stroking here, but Ardyn will hold his tongue this time. Maybe.]
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[ 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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[Maybe next time, friend.]
Just how needy are you feeling right this moment?
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Hm. Difficult to say. How generous are you yourself feeling?
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