[ They're not from the same place but, oddly enough, the sentiment stands and Claret understands. It's dog eat dog (or family swallow family) where she's from — the tenet more literal for some than it is for others. (It may bring her no joy to be a Duke, but thank god she was never born a Saint.) ] I don't do pets. [ Titian would torture it. ] Home's not the best place for little fluffy peeps or things with feathers.
[ Still, she's not bitter about it. ]
Kind of messy, don't you think? [ Safety first, but elegance second. Otherwise it's as good as burning paper money, or at least that's what the stories tell her. (Barter is the currency of her world. And when barter fails, there's flesh.) ] You're small. I bet your quick.
Eh. [He shrugs, shoulders dropping heavily at her question. Execution isn't something he comments on; that would imply a coldness that he doesn't really use to cope with what he does to survive. Instead he puts on a tone and face of a young man who won't quite let anything put him down or ruin his mood, which, more often than not, just makes him obnoxious and nearly impossible to be taken seriously.]
Pretty darn quick. [He's almost smirking - but the temporary appreciation of his own ego is interrupted by the reminder that there's an unimpressive dead animal in the room.] Still wasn't me, though. You got that, right?
[ His insistence makes her lift her eyebrows at him in a dramatic, overdrawn sort of way. One reassurance was enough to get the story to stick, but two—
... I dunno. [He just doesn't want to leave it hanging in the air. Always shoot twice: one bullet to knock them out, the other to make sure they stay dead. The same logic applies to pretty much everything else.] You tell me--?
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[ Still, she's not bitter about it. ]
Kind of messy, don't you think? [ Safety first, but elegance second. Otherwise it's as good as burning paper money, or at least that's what the stories tell her. (Barter is the currency of her world. And when barter fails, there's flesh.) ] You're small. I bet your quick.
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Pretty darn quick. [He's almost smirking - but the temporary appreciation of his own ego is interrupted by the reminder that there's an unimpressive dead animal in the room.] Still wasn't me, though. You got that, right?
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That's cause for curiosity. ] And if it was?
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