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[winewomenand]

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[ for a few seconds, there is a clop-clop noise, before a growl of frustration. ]

This is starting to get very tired very quickly. Most importantly, this isn't my lot in life. I'm the practiced beguiler. Never the straight man. Such a thing is clearly and emphatically not the way of any sane universe.

[ more rustling and bright,

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[justashow]

It speaks?

[winewomenand]

You are no fun no matter who you are on any given day.

[justashow]

I am extremely fun!

[winewomenand]

No.

[justashow]

Don't contradict me.

[winewomenand]

I'll do what I want. You're welcome to try and stop me. Come at me if you will.

[justashow]

You wish to duel?

[winewomenand]

No. I wish to beat your pasty ass down.

[justashow]

As said before, you are the only pasty ass here.

And I will only cross blades with those who are worthy of it.

[winewomenand]

I'm a naked ass. You're the pasty ass.

I am going to make you pay for this tomorrow. With blood. Or some form of bodily fluid at the very least.

[justashow]

I am a prince. Every part of me is glorious.

And I doubt I'll find you worthier tomorrow.

[winewomenand]

And pasty.

I don't need you to be awed. I simply need you to be rightfully threatened. Awe would simply be a holiday bonus.

[justashow]

Beautifully sun-kissed. You may ask my bathing attendants and my dresser, if you must.

And I don't see how you could threaten me.

[winewomenand]

Or you could give me a first-hand exploration.

[justashow]

Also illegal in every kingdom I ever heard of.