If you can take it, it's only gonna frustrate me more. A person not staying down when I shoot 'em is really annoying.
[Rocket grimaces and runs a hand over his ears... which would have been a perfectly human gesture of aggravation had he not stopped to scratch behind them. Now it's just kind of a grooming ritual. Curse you itchy ears. Curse you animal instincts.] Besides, as far as I'm concerned, you're Promptly's problem. He don't need me shooting his problems.
And here I thought you'd just consider it perpetual target practice.
[He laughed at his own quip, but it was truly the talk of Prompto that amused him more.] Then I suppose I'm fated to remain a thorn in his side for a while to come. Astrals know that the boy himself hasn't the courage to do anything to me.
[He shouldn't smile at that, but he does. Prompto is easy to read, and his discomfort every time he's near is impossible to miss. (Even if things have gone complicated as of late. A year's worth of forced existence in the same general area does that to people.)]
By the way, do I get the pleasure of an introduction on your part?
[and that's why he's successfully earned Rocket's ire in real time instead of just by proxy. good job.]
Thanks for that. [Whether he's taking that as an insult or if she's an impotent ball of rage is left for debate. He hops off the chair he's been sitting on, adjusts the wristbands and clips the ear cuff to his ear, embracing the warmth as he just walks off into the snow.
...Forgetting that the earcuffs broadcast thoughts, so as he walks away trying to look like like he isn't flouncing, all Ardyn can hear is:] FRICKIN' SMARMY ASSHOLE. JERKASS. SONUVABITCH. PRICK.
[poor rocket, i'm sorry ardyn is the most rage-inducing person ever
At any rate, at least Ardyn won't try to stop him. The insults mean little, even as they angrily trail behind Rocket's path, practically announced to the whole world.]
And don't forget 'utterly charming fellow'! [-he calls after with a wide grin on his face.
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wow how dare you imply that captcha is more villainous than he
But ah, he just drops his arms to his side, since Rocket won't rise to the bait. He's right; physical injury means very little to him.]
But I thought I'd only offer to ease a bit of that frustration rumbling under your fur.
gotta work harder ardyn
[Rocket grimaces and runs a hand over his ears... which would have been a perfectly human gesture of aggravation had he not stopped to scratch behind them. Now it's just kind of a grooming ritual. Curse you itchy ears. Curse you animal instincts.] Besides, as far as I'm concerned, you're Promptly's problem. He don't need me shooting his problems.
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[He laughed at his own quip, but it was truly the talk of Prompto that amused him more.] Then I suppose I'm fated to remain a thorn in his side for a while to come. Astrals know that the boy himself hasn't the courage to do anything to me.
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Or maybe he just don't think you're worth the effort.
[nailed... it...?]
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[He shouldn't smile at that, but he does. Prompto is easy to read, and his discomfort every time he's near is impossible to miss. (Even if things have gone complicated as of late. A year's worth of forced existence in the same general area does that to people.)]
By the way, do I get the pleasure of an introduction on your part?
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Yeah, he's so intimidating being all angry and three feet tall. Much teeth. Very snarl. Wow.]
It's Rocket. Make sure you remember it.
[okay, edgelord.]
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Unfortunately, what's Ardyn favorite way to get under people's skin? Just wave off their frustration and anger like it isn't even worth his time.]
Consider it committed to memory! You're a particularly memorable one, anyhow.
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Thanks for that. [Whether he's taking that as an insult or if she's an impotent ball of rage is left for debate. He hops off the chair he's been sitting on, adjusts the wristbands and clips the ear cuff to his ear, embracing the warmth as he just walks off into the snow.
...Forgetting that the earcuffs broadcast thoughts, so as he walks away trying to look like like he isn't flouncing, all Ardyn can hear is:] FRICKIN' SMARMY ASSHOLE. JERKASS. SONUVABITCH. PRICK.
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At any rate, at least Ardyn won't try to stop him. The insults mean little, even as they angrily trail behind Rocket's path, practically announced to the whole world.]
And don't forget 'utterly charming fellow'! [-he calls after with a wide grin on his face.
Making new friends everyday, good job, Ardyn.]