[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.]
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.]
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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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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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