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[takeroot]

can i get an f in chat for fellden

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[takeroot]

[Ordinarily, Constantin would be delighted about poking through the kitchens to take whatever they want! Very fun! But the headache and the company are a little less motivating, so don't mind if, when they reach the kitchens, he simply stands back and waits to be told to carry something. He can carry something, he supposes. He'll dedicate that much spirit.]

Oh, I could pick out a number of things, starting with your sudden annoying cheer.

[Who is this man? Is this Dante? Suspicious.]

But never mind! Let's get this over with.

[redload]

[upon reaching the kitchens, dante makes a point of stealing away two glasses and handing one over to constantin.]

You're the one always bitching about a third of a conversation or whatever you call it.

[popping the bottle open, he's already pouring a drink for the both of them.]

What, afraid your legs will malfunction again?

[takeroot]

[uuuugggghhh

uuuuggghhhhhh]

Truly, would it cause you acute physical pain to not be so abrasive? That was one time!

[One! Time! He's trying to look indignant and aloof, but his ears are already red with stupid embarrassment. One time!!!!]

[redload]

What can I say? It shocked me.

[constantin makes this too easy. dante raises his glass, though.]

A toast to your sensibilities.

[YOUR RED EARS]

[takeroot]

[His traitor ears... He makes a face, but since he can't cover his ears with his hands without a) upsetting his cup, and b) looking like a goddamn child, he will just have to pretend he has no idea what Dante is talking about.]

And one to your spectacular manners.

[There, happy? He's raising his cup. Will he actually drink? No, not yet, because he's hungover(!!) but it's the gesture that counts.]

[redload]

[all he can offer constantin is a big, old smarmy grin as he tips the cup back and downs the whole thing. he's quickly filling up his cup again, because he did say he'd drink half the bottle for the other.]

Don't take my lack of manners personal. I was raised by savages.

[takeroot]

[Hmm........ okay, this is enough to get Constantin to drink, but he's not going to chug or he might actually die. But fine!!]

I would have no trouble believing that, if it happens to be true. [no offense? full offense? who can say!] If nothing else, you are consistent.

[redload]

I'm taking that as a compliment.

[dante is certainly taking no offense in anything constantin decides to throw his way by means of insult, or otherwise.]

[he drinks up his cup, and refills it again. he's done two already and you're still on your first one? ah, constantin...]

[takeroot]

[Does Dante want him to throw up? Because he will throw up if he truly must. Let him sip like a sophisticated drinker just this once.]

Of course.

[sssssssip]

So, you've grown tired of pretending not to know me already?

[redload]

I don't really know your name.

[don't get your hopes up]

[takeroot]

[SSSSSSIP]

I don't believe you. But as I am too hungover to bother trying to prove such a thing, never mind it now.

[redload]

Alright, Conrad.

[he's definitely fucking with constantin]

Might want to not drink too much, huh.

[takeroot]

[fuck off dante!!]

I know how to moderate, thank you! Don't patronize me.

[redload]

Like the first time we met?

[eyebrow...raise...]

[takeroot]

Oh, you remember that now, do you? Very convenient!

[bruh]

[redload]

[a grand smile on his face.]

I'm a very convenient man.

[and taps his temple.]

A moment of clarity. You reach my age and you just start forgetting things.

[takeroot]

[what age is that, twelve???]

Of course. Well, a little revelry at the appropriate time never harmed anyone!

[he totes knows what he's doing!!]

[redload]

Going a little wild when necessary, I see.

[dante doubts that constantin knows what he's doing most of the time, but here they are drinking liquor during the daytime, so who is he to judge?]

Managed to see your face after all? [on the mirror, he means. he serves himself another glass, reaching that fabled half of the bottle... the moment he reaches it, he's outta here.] What was that about?

[takeroot]

[this day drinking was dante's idea? constantin is an innocent victim in this.

anyway, wow, does he want to talk about this... not really, but.]

I— yes. [urgh] I was taken ill before I arrived here, and I feared it may have left me... disfigured. Ordinarily, the disease eats a body from the inside out, leaving considerable scarring before the inevitable death.

[sip...don't bully him about this one thing, please, dante.] So I believe I had due cause for concern.

[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?