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Dualscar and Mindfang are seated across from each other in a room lit by candles, wood panelled and close - a ship's cabin. A crystal decanter of a deep red wine open between them, mostly empty. Their glasses are also mostly empty, but neither of them seem inclined to refill them.

Mindfang is rather distracted, you see. A troll in a slave's tunic kneels on the floor between her legs, her hands reaching up to undo the ties on Mindfang's shirt. Her hands are shaking visibly, but she doesn't hesitate in her obedience to Mindfang's will. Though the slave's face is hidden, her horns match Dolorosa's. Mindfang strokes the slave's hair, watching Dualscar under heavily-lidded eyes.

Dualscar is watching the goings-on with eyes narrowed, his fists clenching and unclenching in frustration. "I'm done wwith this, Spinneret! I'm not goin' to sit here an let you wwalk all ovver me. If you're not interested in wwhat I havve to offer, then I'll just fuckin' leavve, understand? You'vve plied the seas at my sufferance all a this time. You can't just treat me like this!"

Mindfang flicks her free hand carelessly. Though her words are muffled, it's clear that she's inviting him to leave. Dualscar leaps to his feet, knocking over his chair. With a snarl, he strides from the room, cape rippling, and slams the door behind himself.

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[He picks up his glass and takes a large swallow] She's my fuckin' kismesis. Wwhat do you think I expected?

For her to get under your skin and frustrate you, which is what appears to have happened.

[Darkleer takes a small cautious sip of his own. Can you get wasted on dream booze? Important questions.]

Am I incorrect?

You think I'm some kind a wwiggler? [He's stung, and rightly so. He's been involved in black romance for centuries. He knows how it works] This wwasn't normal black romance. She ignored me an told me to leavve! She doesn't wwant me anymore.

[He just peers over his glasses with a raised eyebrow before readjusting them again. Not answering that wiggler comment.]

She told you that you could leave after you yelled at her. Let us try to keep the chain of events in their proper order.

[He glares back at Darkleer] Wwere you wwatchin' that?

I didn't need to watch anything. [Except he did but ssh.] The Emissary could hear you yelling, and Mindfang's response.

[Was he yelling? He doesn't remember doing that. But he does remember getting angry, so maybe he did. He gives Darkleer a suspicious look]

Wwell I knoww her. She doesn't hate me anymore. She's nothin' but contemptuous a me, noww, and I think I can tell the difference.

[Be suspicious all you like, Dualscar, Darkleer's bland expression isn't budging.]

Has she actually told you that in such blunt terms, or are you jumping to conclusions?

I don't need her to tell me! [He huffs and drains his cup, then jumps to his feet and goes to pour himself another glass, just for something to do. He's weaving, just a little. They might have drunk quite a bit of wine before the blowup happened] I'm fuckin' done wwith her. I ought a havve brought her in ages ago.

If she hasn't told you, then you shouldn't assume. Hopefully you know the saying. [He watches him carefully. Hopefully Dualscar isn't the type to drunkenly shoot things.] Has it occurred to you that in ignoring you, she was trying to do something for your quadrant? Instead of rising to the challenge, here we are while you throw something that is, to be honest, quite a fit and prepared to ruin a perfectly fine kismesissitude.

[God, could he be right? His fins flatten tightly at Darkleer's words, and an expression of dismay comes over his face]

Evven if you're right about that, wwhat am I supposed to do noww?

Well, what did you plan on doing in the first place?

[Although he already knows of course.]

[He hasn't actually made plans yet, and he fidgets, scowling at his glass and toying with the stem of it]

Maybe I'll pay the Grand Highblood a vvisit.

Has it occurred to you that would be the worst thing you could possibly do in so many ways? Why him, of all trolls?

[Seriously, he never got this. Dualscar didn't SEEM like the type to want a deathwish!]

I can handle the likes a him. [A derisive sniff] Not only does he havve the powwer to take her on, but the cruelty he'd subject her to... [He smiles faintly, cruelly] It's wwhat she deservves.

How are your jokes?

[Yep, just that.]

[Frown] If he tries any kind a foolishness I'll showw him his place.

Why not just save everyone the foolish trouble of it all and communicate with her?

[He is literally facepalming right now.]

[He snarls and rises to his feet] As if talkin' to her is goin' to do anything. It'd only make me look wweak in any case! I'm not about to go crawwlin' to her on my fuckin' knees, is that wwhat you wwant?

I would quite appreciate it if you stopped putting words in my mouth, for one thing. [Darkleer stays seated and just crosses his arms.]

I'm not saying you should beg.

That's howw it'd look to her! [He paces, weaving a little and frustrated] I'vve got no choice noww.

Yes you do, you just aren't thinking straight and are going to the worst caste scenario. Have you listened to a word I've said?

I'm listenin' you just don't knoww wwhat you're talkin' about! [He throws himself into his chair and takes on a deep, sulking pose] Leavve me. I'm done listenin' to your prattle, anywway.

Alright then.

[A sigh as he gets up.]

For your sake, I do hope you don't replay the memory of the Grand Highblood tearing you to pieces.

Don't wworry about that. [He settles in for a good long sulk]