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[takeroot]

can i get an f in chat for fellden

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[redload]

Yeah, that would do it.

[even dante can see how death can be terrifying, especially if it's a slow-going one... but as much as he seems to do it, his expression remains impassive, like that's a nice story constantin is telling him.]

The magic fixed you up?

[takeroot]

[he shrugs! maybe he just straight up died, who knows! he doesn't want to think about it.]

I don't know! All things considered, I would be content to never figure it out.

[redload]

[dante pours him another one.]

[constantin's obvious dislike of the conversation is palpable, and dante isn't so cruel.]

[he raises his cup towards him.]

To perfectly symmetrical faces. Or as symmetrical as they can get.

[takeroot]

[hmm.... alright, fine, he will raise his cup to this one.]

Why not! To adequacy.

[redload]

[and there it goes, down the hatch.]

[he jiggles the bottle in his hand, seeing that it has reached the middle portion, and then just hands it over—all the while placing the glass down onto a nearby surface.]

All yours now.

[takeroot]

[oh-- right, this. he blinks, like he forgot, but he takes the bottle anyway.]

Thank you. ...Are you going, then?

[redload]

Do you need a shoulder to cry on?

[he's basically saying he's leaving, not actually offering.]

[takeroot]

No, I'm asking you a question.

[huff!! whatEVER, you grouch.]

Goodbye, Dante.

[redload]

[dante's already turning the moment constantin starts speaking again, raising a hand and offering a salute. this is progress!!!]

[see you later loser]