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The Gnosis belonged to me. What would you say to me if you wanted to get your hands on it?

[ he doesn't wait for the answer, instead he heads for the bathroom, which unlike the rest of the room, is normal. ]

[ he lets him go and keeps his back to the bathroom, tails splaying out behind him as he stares at the opposite wall. what a fucken mood killer. ]

[ just idly fingers his mask before getting up and getting dressed. ]

[ he's going to take a shower, not wasting much time and just clean himself up. Once he's done and he comes back, he does sort of expect Childe to have gone already but he still looks around to see if he's there instead ]

[ he's still there. he hasn't moved much, beyond getting up to get dressed. ]

[ is he relieved that he's still there? Maybe. But he's not going to say it. Instead he's also gathering his clothes so he can dress up again ]

Kill me before I have a chance to even say anything and you'll solve your problem, no? If you can't do it alone, get the Traveler to help. Maybe even your precious Morax.

Why bother trying to figure out what you can say to change things? It really doesn't matter.

No shit, stupid. [ he doesn't bother looking at him. ] But I would like to avoid killing you.

I won't care. I'm the one telling you. So just do it and get on with it.

Whatever you say, Six. [ picks himself up off the floor and starts heading for the door. ]

I only wanted my revenge. Give me something better and maybe you'll strike a deal.

[ he stops, oozing pheromones to bring Scaramouche to his knees. he’s not trying to make him anything but submissive as his own aggression and irritation spike. his ears are pinning back and his face is mostly obscured, but his eyes glow dangerously from under his bangs. ] Revenge on who, Six, not all of us treated you like a fucken doll. [ his mask breaks a little bit more, but he swiftly turns and leaves. ]

[ Well. With the pheromones doing their job, he's forced to his knees and all that comes out of his mouth is a whimper, so he'll let him have the last word and leave this time ]

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