[ Fandaniel watches the reactions with rapt attention, amused at how Solomon shivers and reddens. People are so simple when it comes to touch, although he suspects the task was designed to be just so. ]
Am I? [ He asks oh so innocently as he lingers within Solomon's chest, toying with him while he can. ] Shall I speed this up, then?
[ He won't wait for an answer. He'll pair pleasure with an abrupt roughness, then, wrapping his fingers around the flower's bud and ripping it out as harshly as he can. All at Solomon's request, of course. Right? ]
Enjoy the immediate scream in the split second before Solomon can slap a hand over his own mouth.
At least the flower looks fine! It's a brilliantly deep, warm blue bud.
Solomon rips himself from Fandaniel's grip as soon as he can tell he's free, hand still clasped to his mouth as his spare one blindly fumbles for one of the desks to support himself, a nauseous look on his face and a sweating pallor across his brow. But there's no venom tossed at Fandaniel. Only enough moments, enough shaking breaths, to try to calm down the stars in his vision and the pounding in his chest, a mismatch of sensation that takes its time to settle.]
Contrary bastard, aren't you... hah. [He swallows thickly, slowly pushing himself to a steadier footing as he gestures him back over. Not done yet, come on.]
[ Music to his ears. His smile never falters. If anything, it only grows while he watches Solomon's distress. ]
My, you're nothing but complaints. Oh, Fandaniel, you're going too slow. Oh, Fandaniel, that was too fast. Goodness, Solomon, you must make for an intolerable lover.
[ Not that it matters. Fandaniel's just being mean, and, frankly, he was probably going to yank it out, complaint or no complaint. He'll hold the flower up, twirling the deep blue bud between his fingers, and step over to him once more.
At least he won't drag this part out. He'll simply reach up and duck the bud behind one of his ears. ]
And here I was about to praise you for showing more genuine colors.
[He's seen that cynicism sneak out already in the forum, in the jabs and mean-spirited remarks. Why bother to hide it behind a mask? Bare bones civility to keep towards an end goal, perhaps?
His sigh is ragged, but what anger that has peaked is simmering down as he plucks up his candy cane, still loose in one hand as he rolls his shoulders. Ugh. Ugh. He hates how he's feeling right now.]
Hold your arms out. This might look foolish, but I promise it will only take a second to test.
True colors will always show through. You'll have plenty of time to see the rest of them.
[ As if he could somehow get worse. He can, of course. He always can. There, though. Solomon's taken up the candy cane prop again, and Fandaniel can't help but tilt his head, looking at it curiously. What is he even...?
Fine. He'll hold his arms out. He plays the fool regularly enough, so why not? ]
[With the candy cane in hand, he balances the highest point of the crook against his palm, measuring it against Fandaniel's arms as though he intends to drop it. It's not a far distance and would hook very easily, so the preparation looks a little silly.
Still, he seems very focused, as though he's mentally counting down, mouthing:
He immediately pivots the entire candy cane in his hand and swings it like a baseball bat, very hard, against the broadside of Fandaniel's shins, before immediately making a beeline for the door.]
[ That sure solves that mystery. The candy cane cracks across his shins before he can react, and he lets out a shout. It's more angry than it is pained, but he can assure you, it did hurt. ]
You...! [ He staggers, turning too slow to catch Solomon as he rushes by. ] That's why you...?!
[ The candy cane was a weapon this entire time! Perposterous! ]
How else was I supposed to make it genuine emotion?!
[Said as he whips the lock open and stumbles out into the hallway. He still feels like SO MUCH DIRT but there is a boyish sort of sadistic glee as he breaks into a run.
Come on, nihilism boy. Come, live a little, live for five more minutes so you can chase him for his sins. live and feel something.]
[ Oh, he gives chase, lunging out of the door after he's scampered off further and throwing out an arm to make a gesture, only— right. Nothing. Not a lick of magic. ]
...stupid, useless...!
[ He wasn't lying completely before! He only has so much aether to keep this body going! Now this man wants him to chase him about?! ]
[Ah, THAT looks like a spell attempt. Mood, buddy, but also: lolololol get recktd.]
Tsk tsk - come now, Fandaniel! [He pivots on his heel at the end of the hall to face him, hands framing his face in a pointing gesture that also neatly shows the bud at his ear has already started opening.] You said you'd help me with a test, so I hope you'll commit to the end!
... [ Absolute piece of— ] Then you had better run faster than that, Solomon. You won't like it if I catch you~.
[ Said with quite a bit of menace, even as a smile comes back to his face. It isn't a very friendly smile. Fine, he'll give chase. Asahi was a soldier and swordsman, and even as a corpse, he's still fit enough to take off after Solomon at a decent clip. ]
Solomon's laugh is swallowed up as he takes off down the halls again, crashing into Extras as he goes and practically jumping his way into the nearest downwards stairwell. He's slippery, but he's no soldier, and his endurance isn't very high. This isn't a chase he will outrun.]
[ Fandaniel gives chase, storming down the stairs after him. Extras shout with surprise and dive out of the way, already now on alert for running old people with Solomon crashing through ahead of him.
It saves him time, that's for sure. Time to see where Solomon will bolt to first and then see if he can't close in and corner him somewhere. ]
[It's on the wing of the costumerie that Solomon finally swerves. The candy cane is abandoned near the cage filled with Christmas-themed costumes and props as Solomon stumbles his way through the rest, trying to slip into one of the other cages to get lost amongst the fabric.]
[ 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.]
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Am I? [ He asks oh so innocently as he lingers within Solomon's chest, toying with him while he can. ] Shall I speed this up, then?
[ He won't wait for an answer. He'll pair pleasure with an abrupt roughness, then, wrapping his fingers around the flower's bud and ripping it out as harshly as he can. All at Solomon's request, of course. Right? ]
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Enjoy the immediate scream in the split second before Solomon can slap a hand over his own mouth.
At least the flower looks fine! It's a brilliantly deep, warm blue bud.
Solomon rips himself from Fandaniel's grip as soon as he can tell he's free, hand still clasped to his mouth as his spare one blindly fumbles for one of the desks to support himself, a nauseous look on his face and a sweating pallor across his brow. But there's no venom tossed at Fandaniel. Only enough moments, enough shaking breaths, to try to calm down the stars in his vision and the pounding in his chest, a mismatch of sensation that takes its time to settle.]
Contrary bastard, aren't you... hah. [He swallows thickly, slowly pushing himself to a steadier footing as he gestures him back over. Not done yet, come on.]
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My, you're nothing but complaints. Oh, Fandaniel, you're going too slow. Oh, Fandaniel, that was too fast. Goodness, Solomon, you must make for an intolerable lover.
[ Not that it matters. Fandaniel's just being mean, and, frankly, he was probably going to yank it out, complaint or no complaint. He'll hold the flower up, twirling the deep blue bud between his fingers, and step over to him once more.
At least he won't drag this part out. He'll simply reach up and duck the bud behind one of his ears. ]
There you go~.
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[He's seen that cynicism sneak out already in the forum, in the jabs and mean-spirited remarks. Why bother to hide it behind a mask? Bare bones civility to keep towards an end goal, perhaps?
His sigh is ragged, but what anger that has peaked is simmering down as he plucks up his candy cane, still loose in one hand as he rolls his shoulders. Ugh. Ugh. He hates how he's feeling right now.]
Hold your arms out. This might look foolish, but I promise it will only take a second to test.
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[ As if he could somehow get worse. He can, of course. He always can. There, though. Solomon's taken up the candy cane prop again, and Fandaniel can't help but tilt his head, looking at it curiously. What is he even...?
Fine. He'll hold his arms out. He plays the fool regularly enough, so why not? ]
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He immediately pivots the entire candy cane in his hand and swings it like a baseball bat, very hard, against the broadside of Fandaniel's shins, before immediately making a beeline for the door.]
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You...! [ He staggers, turning too slow to catch Solomon as he rushes by. ] That's why you...?!
[ The candy cane was a weapon this entire time! Perposterous! ]
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[Said as he whips the lock open and stumbles out into the hallway. He still feels like SO MUCH DIRT but there is a boyish sort of sadistic glee as he breaks into a run.
Come on, nihilism boy. Come, live a little, live for five more minutes so you can chase him for his sins. live and feel something.]
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[ Oh, he gives chase, lunging out of the door after he's scampered off further and throwing out an arm to make a gesture, only— right. Nothing. Not a lick of magic. ]
...stupid, useless...!
[ He wasn't lying completely before! He only has so much aether to keep this body going! Now this man wants him to chase him about?! ]
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Tsk tsk - come now, Fandaniel! [He pivots on his heel at the end of the hall to face him, hands framing his face in a pointing gesture that also neatly shows the bud at his ear has already started opening.] You said you'd help me with a test, so I hope you'll commit to the end!
[Now come on, try yelling at him some more!]
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[ Said with quite a bit of menace, even as a smile comes back to his face. It isn't a very friendly smile. Fine, he'll give chase. Asahi was a soldier and swordsman, and even as a corpse, he's still fit enough to take off after Solomon at a decent clip. ]
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Solomon's laugh is swallowed up as he takes off down the halls again, crashing into Extras as he goes and practically jumping his way into the nearest downwards stairwell. He's slippery, but he's no soldier, and his endurance isn't very high. This isn't a chase he will outrun.]
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It saves him time, that's for sure. Time to see where Solomon will bolt to first and then see if he can't close in and corner him somewhere. ]
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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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