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[betrayedblade]

...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?

Comments

[betrayedblade.livejournal.com]

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.

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

[inyourgarden.livejournal.com]

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

Remind me again.

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

[betrayedblade.livejournal.com]

You will.

From. Firenze.

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

[inyourgarden.livejournal.com]

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?

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

[betrayedblade.livejournal.com]

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?

Fff okay ♥

[inyourgarden.livejournal.com]

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.

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

[betrayedblade.livejournal.com]

Marmocchio. Think quickly.

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

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

[inyourgarden.livejournal.com]

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

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

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

[betrayedblade.livejournal.com]

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

Italia.

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

[inyourgarden.livejournal.com]

...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?

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

[betrayedblade.livejournal.com]

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.

|D!

[inyourgarden.livejournal.com]

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.

^^'

[betrayedblade.livejournal.com]

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.

[inyourgarden.livejournal.com]

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.

[betrayedblade.livejournal.com]

Then. fight. me.

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

[inyourgarden.livejournal.com]

What's going to make it worth my time?

I care about what's important. This? This ain't worth a damn thing. You want my time you better give me a hell of a lot more than this, old man.

[betrayedblade.livejournal.com]

How am I to know? What would make it worth your time?

[He snorts.] Old enough to teach you more than one lesson, boy. All my respect in Firenze is not simply given for nothing--it has been well earned.

[inyourgarden.livejournal.com]

So far I ain't seeing it. You want my time you can get off your high horse and get back to reality. Right now you're just another moron who's too in love with himself to be worth a thing to me. Sure, it's a good laugh, but you can't believe I'd take you seriously.

Well?

[betrayedblade.livejournal.com]

[It's his turn to laugh. Touché.]

But I am Italian--being in love with one's self, as any Englishman or other foreign countryman will tell you, is a prerequisite.

[But more seriously:] I have nothing to prove to you in that case--but I will still take my apology to my country when you are ready to act your age and not try to outwit a more experienced player of the world. You can have the rest for your effort. It is commendable.

But--if you think others should be worth something to you, then you are not worthy of them.

[crystal-eyed.livejournal.com]

Almasy, would you mind doing us all a favor and learning some manners?

[ Because he is facepalming a lot right now. ]

[inyourgarden.livejournal.com]

[He just laughs.]

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

[crystal-eyed.livejournal.com]

Obviously not, then.

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

[inyourgarden.livejournal.com]

Eald'narche you've known me going on three months now.

You really think that's gonna happen?

[crystal-eyed.livejournal.com]

Don't test my patience, doppelganger.

[ Is this Eald being...protective? Defensive? Maybe both? Whichever one, he sounds quite angry. ]

And I can use the right icon l-lol...

[inyourgarden.livejournal.com]

[Getting called 'boy' by Giovanni isn't exactly the highlight of Seifer's day. Adding 'doppelganger' into it isn't going to help. And even though he hasn't pushed it and has no plans to, he's not exactly happy with you right now Eald'narche. So there's silence for a moment. When Seifer does speak he's actually pretty calm.]

And you'll do what? Run away? Threaten me with your powers when your chip is removed? I ain't no doppelganger Eald'narche. Don't even kid yourself. If me and the other Seifer were even an inch alike you'd know you can't buy anyone's respect with me.

The other Seifer was nice. Me? You don't know a thing. Your friend wants my respect he'll get it when he gives me something to respect. Same as you. Same as everyone. No exceptions.

You get it this time or do I need to explain it again?