[ stompstompstompstomp cage door rattle nope, Fandaniel is still hot on his trail, and now that there are piles of fabric, he takes his chance to lunge and try and tackle Solomon into a myriad of colors and weaves. ]
[It nearly catches him, the form of his body felt under the fabric, but Solomon squirms away just enough to avoid being pinned. Unfortunately, this does cause him to lose his footing and take a tumblr for a brief moment, giving away his position.
Costumes are yanked down with a clatter as he tries to regain his footing and keep himself from being cornered. Can he juke Fandaniel? He's going to try.
[ Nope, because Fandaniel recovers just enough to reposition himself and lunge after Solomon again. He throws himself bodily, fully intending to bodyslam the man if he must. ]
well at least that rose at his temple is wide and open now, huh?
Still, it's not like he can notice that, busy as he is trying to yank his arm free and bring a knee up to Fandaniel's stomach. It's not extremely forceful, but he is not a fan of being pinned like this.]
[ Oh, oof. That gets Fandaniel to let go of his arm, at least, as he's startled into doing so and gasping out loud, air leaving his lungs. It doesn't knock him off of Solomon per se, but it does give him the opening he needs to shove the other man off or perhaps even counterpin him. ]
[He's doing the former! Get off him, tiny boy, he's gotta go hide behind the hanging costumes again like a shy princess tucking behind oversized curtains.]
You've got some spirit to you, Fandaniel. [He drapes two wildly different skirts in each hand, the fabric bunched up to hide his mouth coyly in shocked surprise.]
Here I'd have to really question if you actually do have an illness or not!
[ Thrown off into a pile of fabric, there he goes, though he is quick enough to sit up amongst the cloth and roll his eyes at Solomon, where he hides. What a fool they both look... ]
If I indeed picked up something from Miss Quixote, I can only hope I have passed it along to you now.
Mm? Now, that isn't what I'm talking about. Have you forgotten your own stories by now?
[Mr "I have a blood condition", his right asscheek. Lilia was right to be doubtful, he thinks.
Still, he plucks the brilliant blue rose from off his ear, twirling it a little before handing it to Fandaniel. It could probably stand to bloom a little more, sure, but it's far more open than it had been when it had be pulled from Solomon's chest.]
No? Would you believe me miraculously cured instead?
[ That's also a no. Ah, but the chase is catching up to him, hence the lack of snatching flowers. It crossed his mind, but could he move fast enough? A mystery now that it's tucked away from sight. ]
A dagger? Ah, a pretty stiletto, straight through the--
[ His stagger becomes much less mocking all of a sudden, his body giving an uncomfortable jerk and a grimace lancing across his face. With a wheeze, he pitches forward, clutching his chest instead now as he struggles to stay upright. ]
[He starts a bit at the sudden change, fabric lowering from his face, but not bothering to step forward. They were just joking about this, surely Fandaniel wouldn't try a stunt.]
[ Of course, being what Fandaniel actually is, it's very easy for him to play ill. He tries to straighten, but he cannot, and it's just a matter of shutting down parts of his body to make his collapse to his knees convincing. ]
[Well, that's far more convincing, and bereft of any further knowledge of what Fandaniel can or can't do from the magical meta text, Solomon lets the cautious wall slip. It looks like a person and acts like a person, and even as cautious as he is, even Solomon isn't completely without empathy.]
Of all the times-- [He reemerges from his makeshift little dress hideyhole, back into arm's length of where Fandaniel's collapsed to try and look him over.]
[ Fandaniel, deciding to take the most juvenile opportunity of all time, straightens up immediately and lashes out to give Solomon the horrible curse of the ball tap. Which is to say, he punches his fucking dick. ]
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Here I aaaam!
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Costumes are yanked down with a clatter as he tries to regain his footing and keep himself from being cornered. Can he juke Fandaniel? He's going to try.
(He's going to fail. But he's going to try.)]
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Well he must, and he does, and down they go with a hard thud.
Solomon is still trying to squirm himself out of the hold, so Fandaniel better think fast.]
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[ By which he means he's going to push old man number two to the ground and grab an arm. Time for a chomp! Well, at least he isn't going for an ear? ]
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well at least that rose at his temple is wide and open now, huh?
Still, it's not like he can notice that, busy as he is trying to yank his arm free and bring a knee up to Fandaniel's stomach. It's not extremely forceful, but he is not a fan of being pinned like this.]
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You've got some spirit to you, Fandaniel. [He drapes two wildly different skirts in each hand, the fabric bunched up to hide his mouth coyly in shocked surprise.]
Here I'd have to really question if you actually do have an illness or not!
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If I indeed picked up something from Miss Quixote, I can only hope I have passed it along to you now.
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[Mr "I have a blood condition", his right asscheek. Lilia was right to be doubtful, he thinks.
Still, he plucks the brilliant blue rose from off his ear, twirling it a little before handing it to Fandaniel. It could probably stand to bloom a little more, sure, but it's far more open than it had been when it had be pulled from Solomon's chest.]
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My, is that what you meant? Should I apologize for not collapsing and convulsing on the floor? I know well what I am capable of.
[ Well, whatever. He climbs to his feet. ]
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[Wow, not even taking the flower to crush it? Boo. Fine, whatever, he'll hold onto it, tucking it gently into his coat.]
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[ That's also a no. Ah, but the chase is catching up to him, hence the lack of snatching flowers. It crossed his mind, but could he move fast enough? A mystery now that it's tucked away from sight. ]
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A little roleplay, perhaps.
[He could even invite Yugamu!]
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[ Is this flirting or is this something else? Who can even tell anymore? ]
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[Tucking his face into the dress fabrics again. Teehee.]
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[ He presses a hand to where his heart would be and dramatically staggers, as if stabbed. Oh no, oh dear! Whatever would he do if that happened?! ]
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A dagger would be perfectly fine.
[Not his first choice, but it'd be better than slapping it out of him.]
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[ His stagger becomes much less mocking all of a sudden, his body giving an uncomfortable jerk and a grimace lancing across his face. With a wheeze, he pitches forward, clutching his chest instead now as he struggles to stay upright. ]
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...Is everything alright?
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[ Of course, being what Fandaniel actually is, it's very easy for him to play ill. He tries to straighten, but he cannot, and it's just a matter of shutting down parts of his body to make his collapse to his knees convincing. ]
...ah...
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Of all the times-- [He reemerges from his makeshift little dress hideyhole, back into arm's length of where Fandaniel's collapsed to try and look him over.]
Hey. Talk to me. What's going on?
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[ Fandaniel, deciding to take the most juvenile opportunity of all time, straightens up immediately and lashes out to give Solomon the horrible curse of the ball tap. Which is to say, he punches his fucking dick. ]
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Well
Down he immediately crumples with a yelp and a heavy wheeze, hands plastered between his legs.
yeah he probably deserved that]
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