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[bluescreenwhitedragon]

"This is Intensity. Leave a message."

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[puzzlekeeper]

We'll find out, won't we?

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

I guess you will.

Anything else, Your Excellency?

[puzzlekeeper]

...

Nothing you wouldn't call me a sentimental fool for.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

I thought you weren't ashamed of that title.

[puzzlekeeper]

[ There's a familiar, defiant tilt of his head ]

Not at all.

It's your tolerance I'm watching out for.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

I'm not the one having an emotional outburst.

[puzzlekeeper]

[ A scoff ]

Outburst? Really?

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

What then? Hiccup?

Just hold your breath. It'll be over soon.

[puzzlekeeper]

[ EXASPERATED ]

You're insufferable.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

And self-sufficient.

No need to fret, Your Excellency. If the producers give us even the slightest option to avoid it, I'm not going to let my unit die anymore than it already has.

1/2

[puzzlekeeper]

[ A better person than him should probably argue against playing hard, but



y'know ]

Good.

[puzzlekeeper]

[ And then, almost like a pissy afterthought, ]

And I'll "fret" [ he doesn't actually do finger quotes but it's strongly implied regardless ] as much as I please.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

If that what makes you happy, Your Excellency.

[puzzlekeeper]

[ JUST

SIGHS

And motions for Intensity to come closer. ]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[There is only a slight hesitation before he acquiesces to that request.

Look! Progress]

[puzzlekeeper]

[ Look! Progress!

But Intensity may or may not regret it when King grabs his wrist in a vice grip and yanks him down and forward, one leg kicking Intensity's feet out from under him as he catches him by the waist.

Thanks prom for giving him plenty of practice seamlessly dipping people taller than him!!

One they're just about nose to nose: ]

Know what would actually make me happy?

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Wait what. He's doing what now?

One second Intensity is looking down at King (like you do) and then the scenery lurches and--- King is close. So very close. And Intensity is definitely in the more compromised position between the two.

The urge to fight and yell and attempt to drag King down to the ground is only tempered by the fact that he doesn't want to give King the satisfaction. (Yes surely. Surely that must be it.)

Glaring back at him and lifting his head in a haughty gesture]

And what would that be?

[puzzlekeeper]

This —

[ And he gets much closer, eyes glinting. Close enough that Intensity could probably count his eyelashes if he wanted to. And then -


He lets go and DROPS HIM IN THE FUCKIN DIRT. ]

— Pumpkin.

1/2

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[YOU SONUVA---]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[And then he starts laughing as he pushes himself up onto his elbows]

No sense of humor at all, I see.

[puzzlekeeper]

[ Just let him enjoy looming over Intensity for a second. Which he does. And is. ]

If that's what you want, you could have just asked when I wasn't amnesiac.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[His eyes widen in surprise at King's suggestion. And then narrow in suspicion. And then there is the quite obvious sorting and discarding of multiple unfavorable responses to that remark.

He reaches out to grab a fistful of the front of King's cloak and pull him down closer. Not nose to nose. But definitely enough to make his balance just a little more precarious.]

Is that so?

[puzzlekeeper]

[ He does in fact stumble slightly when he's pulled down and has to rebalance, but doesn't look anything more than faintly amused. Certainly not mocking.

The eyebrow goes up. ]

It is.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Tightening his fingers in his coat, tugging him closer]

Then duel me, King.

[puzzlekeeper]

[ He smirks

Immediately, ]

I accept.