betrayedblade | ventitrè || audio

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...perhaps I miss the old routine a bit much. This new one, while nice and cozy, makes only for a decent vacation. Yes, even despite the odd happenstances here and there. It is too...boring.

[He pauses. He's complaining. And he realizes he's turned the communicator without much thinking about it. He was past due for an update anyway, before he discovered for himself just what sort of energy the device packed, and had been thinking about it before he started in on the complaints of this place. Ah well.]

Boring. Listen to me--complaining like some sort of youngster who has nothing better than to get into trouble every day. I converse much too often with giovani here and start to reminiscence on my old lifestyle as if I could get away with what I used to.

[He sighs.] I am getting old. When you start saying 'I'm getting too old for this' it is well past time you are too old for...things.

...Ugh. Now I'm using circular arguments and boring unto death those silly enough to listen to these devices.

[...]

Though I can't help but to miss the action back home. Not just the routine... but the purpose. What purpose is there here?

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[He's not sure if he should be offended or amused honestly. On the one hand 'boy' is not something he wants to hear from anyone, not after the last time someone called him that. ...On the other hand the righteous indignation is kind of hilarious.]

It's Seifer. Guess you don't know much about me.

Who are you supposed to be?

Nor need I.

Giovanni Auditore da Firenze. Do you know what a noble is, ragazzo?

Fair enough.

...Heh. You're kidding. [Okay this was worth replying to.] I've got an idea, but why don't you enlighten me, you seem good at that.

[He sighs irritably.] Of nobility. It means my blood is worth more than yours by birthright. It means you will show me some respect.

And not retort in sarcasm but ask politely next time.

[Pause. ...Okay, he can't help it. This? Is just a lot of laughter. A lot of laughter. This is going to take him a while, hold on.]

[Give him a bit more, still have to finish laughing. He's getting there... quieting down a bit...]

[He still sounds amused as hell.]

No.

The hell are you from? Heh... Sounds like a joke.

I would not presume to call your world a joke--and you will apologize for the offense to mine.

And quite frankly? I already told you where I am from.

Call my world whatever you like, not exactly something I'm worried about. And no.

Remind me again.

You will.

From. Firenze.

I'll tell you when I have that sudden epiphany then. Might be a bit of a wait though.

...Your name includes your home town in it. This just gets better and better. Where's Firenze? Earth?

I demand an apology, or challenge you to a duel.

It does in formal terms. That is it. And just where are you from? A heathen planet with no proper name?

Duel hunh... Been awhile since I've had one of those. I'll think about it.

Pretty much. Ain't ever heard of Firenze, that's for certain.

Marmocchio. Think quickly.

Undoubtably, idiota, if you are not from Earth in the first place.

What's the rush? You got plans to be somewhere?

No kidding. You're the first person to mention it. Country?

I would like to get teaching you a lesson over with as soon as possible.

Italia.

...Heh. Not even gonna take your time about it? I'm a little hurt.

That ain't on my map. You got a [insert whatever they speak in Final Fantasy VIII fff] equivalent?

If you really want it drawn out that can be arranged as well.

I doubt if you're not from Earth, and you haven't heard of Italy while here, that then a further explanation can truly be had for you, ragazzo. So in other words: no.

That so... Pretty generous of you. I'll think about it. Try to hold onto some of that righteous indignation while I do, hunh? Be disappointed if you lost it before I made up my mind.

Italy I can find. Whatever you're speaking could use some work by the way.

I doubt you will have time for disappointment, boy.

Non la presunzione di dirmi come parlare la mia lingua. Tu non sai nulla. It happens to be the native language of Italia--which, by the way, is the proper name of the country--and therefore more accurate than this sniveling Inglese.

Dunno about that... might be feeling some of it already.

Unhunh. We don't have it in my world, can't say I really care.

Then. fight. me.

You don't care about much of anything, do you?

[He just laughs.]

I think you know the answer to that. Friend of yours?

Obviously not, then.

"Friend" would be a vast understatement, actually. You would do well to treat him with respect.

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l-lol have they talked before and I forgot? /faaails

XD No, don't worry. I don't think they have. The explanation is simply:

|D Okay I thought that might be it, but wasn't sure fff

Hehe. It's fine~ I understand~. Firenze = Florenze is all. ^_~

Fff okay ♥

~♥~ ....also, I feel as though I should be apologizing for Giovanni's unusual behavior...

FFF it's okay, Seifer just... finds it hilarious honestly |D

At least that's better than anything else! Err, I mean--WAT!? l-lol >.>

|D Most people give up lecturing him as a lost cause after five minutes, he's just... really amused

Giovanni is a stubborn Italian--I mean, father. B|

|D!

^^'

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