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[drunktexting]

the drill, you know it

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[redsoles]

You're dying? A miracle at it's finest.

[ don't fall for it, cor is probably just as dying.]

[daemonized]

[Only a true immortal can stare at the blindingly white screen of a phone while sporting a massive hangover. You should be impressed at his due diligence.]

A miracle would be a distinct lack of texting as I recover, but you're awfully keen on disappointing others, aren't you, Marshal?

[redsoles]

[It took Cor a few attempts, the first one resulting on him dropping his phone on his face and busting a lip. Being vertical is too much work right now.]

You're one to talk. Are you really that ill from one night of drinking? Lightweight.

[daemonized]

[Oh, he keeps texting. Ardyn just wants to put his phone down, really. But he's both too stubborn and too tempted by opportunities to be smarmy to not return the text.]

I've been through much worse. Besides, I can see through your bravado as clear as day. How long did it take for you to even locate your phone?

[redsoles]

[ It's not bravado and the fact it took Cor at least five minutes to find his phone and another ten to even bother moving for it has nothing to do with anything!]

I'm not the one thinking I'm dying. And it took no time, some of us have work to do and can't be lounging around all day.

[daemonized]

And what makes you think I don't have work to do? Or has your night of excessive drinking made you forget about my title of Chancellor?

I'm working as we speak.

[No. No, he's not.]

[redsoles]

A title like that merely suggests you get people to do you work for you.

I've already had my coffee and set to work.

[ Actually he's texting Monica. Please bring astralbucks.]

[daemonized]

Give credit where it's due. It's tiring work, telling others how to conduct themselves.

I've been working for hours without the need for coffee.

[What a liar. He's just sitting right now. He'd have his head craned back in his seat and his hat on his face, eyes closed, if not for Cor's texting.]

[redsoles]

[ Is totally on his bed with the blinds drawn, the screen dimmed and the phon set to buzz. He's got this.]

I'm not giving you credit for ordering people around, that's narcissism at it's finest.

Sure. Listen. Whose purple scarf is this? [ Spoiler; it's red and Cor knows it.]

[daemonized]

[Marshal. Why. Do you not know. Your colors.]

I'm sorry. I don't know anything about a PURPLE scarf.

Look, I found something for you here. Isn't it utterly mind-blowing? Something that conveniently labels colors for you. A reference of sorts!

[redsoles]

[ It's red, more red orange, but Cor isn't going to let that stop him. He knows a weak point when he sees it.]

That's a shame.

Useful, comparing it to that I can definitely say without doubt it is purple. But if you don't know anything about it then I shall simply throw it out with the trash.

[daemonized]

[Uuurgggh.

He actually sits up and straightens to send this text, never mind how his head throbs when he does.]

It's a red scarf. With a bit of orange. It's mine, and it's very, very old. It doesn't belong in the trash, Marshal.

[redsoles]

[ Bullseye.

Urban legends say that the Marshal has only ever smiled twice in his life time. Now it's about to hit three as Cor smirks at his phone. Ardyn will probably be able to hear the smug from there.]

Is it? And is that you, the Chancellor of Niflheim, asking me to not throw your scarf away?

[daemonized]

[Just... how has it come to this. What a ridiculous exchange this is turning out to be.

He should just let it go, really. It's just a scarf. But it's his scarf and the thing really is an antique in ways that Cor really couldn't appreciate.]

If you've any sense, I wouldn't have to ask you. Are you inclined to throw perfectly good articles of clothing away on a whim?

[redsoles]

[ Cor can appreciate things on their own merit. Even his sword was a gift from Regis and that would have to be prised from his cold dead hands. But a scarf? Well, he doesn't know Ardyn's story and so the thing is simply just that. A scarf.]

I didn't look at it too closely, it didn't look healthy when I glanced at it. I'll be forthright; what's it worth to you?

[daemonized]

[Twisted sort of sentimentality he has for the blasted thing, Ardyn isn't going to entertain serious negotiations over his scarf.

Though it's still hard not to at least offer a half-hearted:]

Now, that's not how this works. State what you want, first.

[redsoles]

[ makes eye contact, sets it on fire.

This is somewhat interesting enough to have cor open both eyes instead of just squinting with the one.]

Send a message for me and the scarf is all yours. Tell Tummelt to either stop stalking me, or to bring bigger machinery. I'm fed up having to destroy the small ones.

[daemonized]

[u ass

You shouldn't give Ardyn a choice like that.]

Very well. Consider it done.

[He will indeed tell him to bring "bigger machinery", if that's all you want!]

[redsoles]

[it looks better as ash...

That's almost too easy, but then it's not the biggest request that could be made. It's just annoying to hear that whiny voice shouting out a challenge only to find it an almost waste of time.]

Good. The kid is starting to become a joke. The cup ramen seller at Lestallum will have your scarf for you to pick up whenever you decide to float on through.

Theoretical question; have you seen a black boot?

[daemonized]

[Floating on through Lestallum? Just the thought makes his head ache today. But he'll not say that much.]

You're going to leave it at the cup noodle vendor? At least pretend to be considerate enough (I know it's hard for you) to toss it over the counter at the Leville Hotel. It'll rest safely in the lost and found until I retrieve it.

I've seen many a black boot. I'm wearing two of them as we speak.

[He knows that's not what Cor meant.]

[redsoles]

I will be leaving it with the cup noodle vendor, and you will have to put up with that. I am not going to the Leville just to drop your scarf off. Be glad I don't leave it in Old Lestallum.

I don't have time for this. [ Actually has plenty of time. Just going to stare at his feet and wriggle his toes for a second.] If you see a black boot with a red sole, let me know.

[ Cor obviously remembers red when it suits him.]

[daemonized]

Gods forbid that you have to walk an extra five minutes, Marshal. May the world come crashing down around us if you do.

Oh, a black boot with a RED sole. [Yeah, how convenient it is that he suddenly knows his colors.] I may have seen something matching that description. My, does this mean you've been plodding along wearing only one boot this whole time?

[redsoles]

You're saying that as if I'm in Lestallum right now.

[ Which, you know, he is in Lestallum. He's actually in the Leville right now but that isn't the point.]

Yes, the actual color red, not like your car. I have a spare pair so I'll burst that bubble for you now. Feel free to bring it with you when you pick your scarf up. Unless you're actually confused about what a black boot with a red sole looks like?

[daemonized]

[lordy he will somehow strangle you with his own scarf if he finds out you can't be bothered to walk 50 feet, then.....]

I know the color red when I see it. The soles of your ugly boots are red, just as the paint of my car is red as well. Do you know that I asked a passerby what color they thought my car was, after I dropped you off in Lestallum? They said red.

[Ardyn may or may not have worded the question in his favor, though, and the poor man was likely either very confused or slightly intimidated to say anything but.]

[redsoles]

[it's the small things that count. monica is probably floating around in and out of the foyer too doing hunter errands. rip cor.]

Of course. Though asking someone to answer that in the dark is always going to give a skewed answer. I'm not going to argue with you if they're ugly or not; boot's a boot. Feel free to leave it with the noodle guy.