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Characters: Ahri and Dualscar!
Setting: Spring floor!
Format: Action
Summary: Um.... I have no idea where this is going to go.
Warnings: SEE ABOVE?

[Ahri has adapted pretty well to the tower, all things considered. There are floors she's determined to avoid and the computers still confuse the hell out of her, but she's pretty resilient.

This floor is her favorite for obvious reasons. As much as she longs to be human, nature is still very calming to her. She knows exactly how things go here and there aren't many things that confuse or surprise her. At the moment she's sitting under a tree, tails curled up lazily in her tails.]

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[this had to be one of his least favorite floors, for obvious reasons.

mostly that it was too cheery. it was too bright, causing him to subconsciously want to withdraw from it to someplace darker, and the sheer amount of color (that not being of bloodsplatters) was a little jarring. for someone accustomed to the vast expanse of the ocean, always black in hue save for the reflection of the moons, it was certainly. different.

and 'different' was something he didn't like, either. frankly, there wasn't much he did-- yet, here he was. if only for investigatory purposes.

usually, if there was another here, dualscar would completely ignore them but it's her instead. not that that should matter much, because it doesn't. he draws nearer, boots almost purposely crushing whatever flower unfortunate enough to plant itself in his path, and halts a few paces away.]

Hello.

[She peeks up, expression souring immediately. Oh. It's him. She lets out a huff, shifting and wrapping her tails more tightly around herself.]

What?

[and his expression clearly says what the fuck are you doing, he's only ever seen lusii act this way. and then he'd kill them. he bites back the sharp retort that would follow that kind of response, and tries to remain... not too terribly unpleasant, for the moment.

he's learning.]

You never answered your question.

[Learning to keep his mouth shut, at least. She's eyeing him suspiciously.]

What question?

[fixing her with a pretty stern look now. he gestures to her in her entirety, and considers taking the gun from upon his back in the same motion.

but points, also, for thinking she's worth knowing more about beyond her being an abominable barkbeast. maybe.]

Your species.

[She rolls her eyes.]

It's complicated.

[That's all she really cares to say on the subject.]

[well, her disposition seems frustratingly human enough. perhaps this was simply the product of a mating ritual between -- whatever she sort of was -- and something else vaguely humanoid in feature. he decides against voicing this, however, in lieu of her previous reaction.

not to say he's completely sensitive to her plight.]

Explain.

It's none of your business. You should learn some manners.

I've manners.

[his tone is clipped and a touch on the defensive, perhaps. she asked him a question, he answered honestly. and he's been as polite as anyone beneath him deserves to receive; thus, he's not seeing the problem with himself here. it was only that she was overly sensitive.

he taps a claw idly against one of the straps to his gun.]

You didn't seem to think that way before.

[She watches that motion carefully, but her eyes flick back to his when he speaks. Does he seriously... Not get it?]

I didn't think that way before you insulted me.

[he eyes her flatly. humans and their fucking double standards: to be honest, or to sugarcoat just about everything in order not to hurt feelings. he still thinks himself noble in this endeavor, and doesn't plan on changing his tune just to suit her, either.]

Was I supposed to lie?

[Wow that is so... Incredibly offensive that for a moment she doesn't know what to say.]

You shouldn't have said anything at all.

[She'd prefer that he didn't think it, either, but she can't really control that.]

You'd prefer me to remain silent.

[dualscar grinds his teeth together, voice escalating in volume slightly. he can't keep the condescension and disgust from his tone, the emphasized very nearly on par with mockery.]

Are you really so insecure with your own identity?

[She flinches, just slightly, but enough to be noticeable.]

What exactly are you trying to accomplish?

Nothin' yet.

[it's a little ridiculous just how misplaced his anger is at this moment. and he finds he doesn't know a straight answer to her question, either-- besides finding his own.]

Comprehension, perhaps.

[She frowns, ears flicking forward. She's not sure if he wants to actually comprehend or just gawk. But she'll give it a shot.]

I used to be a fox. Now I'm... Nearly human.

[well that was. surprisingly simple. except for you know, the mechanics of the whole ordeal and just how the fuck that was even possible.]

I see.

[the tapping of his claw slows as he further appraises her, expression surprisingly neutral for the moment, however irritated he actually may be with her and, for that matter, the entirety of the situation.]

Is that all?

[Oh. Good. That is a much less insulting response than she was expecting. She relaxes a bit, tails swaying behind her.]

That's all I want to tell you.

[don't think he's going to be any less rude, from here on in. after all, he still has ample time to Fuck Things Up, if she allows him to.]

Then, that seemed an overreaction.

You insulted me.

Insults mean little if they're untrue.

[She rolls her eyes, shifting away as if losing interest.]

You're certainly a pleasant person to talk to.

[he'll take this opportunity to loose his rifle from its straps, swinging it plant into upon the ground. it makes a nice leaning stick, apparently.]

So I think you've said.

[Apparently...]

What are you doing?

Nothin', 'sides waitin' to be invited to join you.

[scoffs, as if this was obvious the most obvious thing in the world, she's rude for making him stand for so long, using weapons in seemingly harmless manners were a normal thing to do, and how could she not want his company.

if no, he'll think of a different approach. namely: none at all.]