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[asea]

Who: Walter and Tiir
Where: Somewhere over the rainbow in the forest
When: Late morning
Style: Either
Status: Closed

[If it isn't one thing, it's the other. Peace doesn't seem commonplace within the city and, quite frankly, Walter finds the "murder" not worth making such a huge commotion over. It's not like he really cared to begin with.

And though there's no worry of being recognized for what he is, he prefers to be alone. The forest is expansive enough for that. However, the sound of another pair of footsteps nearby dictates that the day for that is not today. If he's aware, then, surely, so is the other of his presence. Before long, they cross paths.

Black hair and black clothes . . . ]

Comments

[asea]

. . . You can't change what you were born as.

[Can Guriko, who considers herself once human, be no longer that? It doesn't make any sense to Walter.]

[contemptibility]

Oh? I believe otherwise. But hmm... this does complicate things.

[asea]

. . . what?

[contemptibility]

[And in one swift movement, Tiir moves in front of Walter, grabbing his neck.]

If I can't kill you, then I refuse to tolerate your attitude towards Guriko, no matter what.

[asea]

[Tiir is too fast for him to react to. Walter only raises a hand partway this time, stopping in favor of a growing scowl -- and defiance, as he strains back,]

That means nothing to me!

[contemptibility]

[His grip tightens as he smiles brightly.]

Oh, but it's means quite a bit to me.

[asea]

[Then they'll never find common ground.

Gritting his teeth, Walter grabs Tiir's wrist with one hand for stability and aims a punch in the face with the other hand, stepping forward as much as his position will allow for added impact.]

[contemptibility]

[He was expecting the punch but, with Walter's grip on his wrist, can't avoid it in time. Instead, he leans back in an attempt to minimize the damage, letting go of Walter as he does so.]

[asea]

[At the same time, Walter releases his grip on Tiir's hand, then coughs when his throat protests again. Straightening, he points at Tiir.]

I have no intention of becoming friendly with anyone. I won't make exceptions.

[contemptibility]

So you must be as rude as you are instead?

[asea]

I don't concern myself over such things.

[With everything to account for, manners tend to be put on the backburner.]

[contemptibility]

Why yes, I can certainly see that.

[asea]

Then why question it?

[contemptibility]

[... He just shakes his head, smirking.]

You truly are a fool, aren't you?

[asea]

[ . . .

So what if he is?]