3 - RETURN!

[death_of_terra]

[The view through the crow is somewhat distant - Kuja's bird is wary of him - but it looks a little bit like there's a nude man (albeit a man with some very confusing hips) hovering in one of the trees. The bird is ABOVE and behind him, so thankfully no naughty bits can be seen, but the presence of a limp, lightly furred tail hanging behind him

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[ladysharptongue]

[Well, that scream caught Beatrice's attention. She looks into the crow's eye, offhandedly at first (people yelling gets old), then her eyes widen in horror and she almost stumbles back a step, because OMFG WHUT this is not good.]

God's wounds, Kuja?!

[death_of_terra]

[Kuja has broken off the long ends of the stick and is trying to decide which way to pull it; at Beatrice's voice he goes rigid - then whirls on the crow, his usual calm face twisted in rage.]

DON'T LOOK AT ME!

[I isn't really clear whether he's talking to Beatrice or the crow; either way, the crow squawks, shuffles, and stops transmitting.]

[ladysharptongue]

[As if that would stop her. He can outburst all he wants, he's one of Beatrice's few friends here which means, like it or not, he's getting a hand.]

[Mutters unhappily]

Oh, thou ingrate, thou thrice-accursed fool, thou simian prattler...

[HEADING INTO THE WOODS NOW KTHX she's pretty sure she knows where you are anyway]

[death_of_terra]

[Really, is not expecting anyone to come looking for him, so now that the crow has stopped broadcasting to Beatrice and isn't looking at him, he settles his bum on his heels and directs most of his attention to removing wood from his person.]

[ladysharptongue]

[She's there as quick as she can be, actually running most of the way. Oh, and because she's nice, she got a shirt and trousers off Tulio for you.]

[But she's still angry. Breathless, and angry.]

Thou art a fool, sirrah.

petulant monkey sulks!

[death_of_terra]

[Kuja's face scrunches up in a mixture of indignation and embarrassment, and he curls his tail up behind him, instinctively trying to hide it. Fortunately for him, the way he's crouched isn't exposing anything naughty, but he hunches up more anyway.]

You! I told you not to look at me!

tudor badass is unimpressed

[ladysharptongue]

[Snorts]

Then I shall abide by thy great and petulant command, O King of Fools.

[She makes a big show of covering her eyes and turning away, then throws Tulio's trousers at him, and it's certainly an accident that they end up draped over his head. She can't help it, she's not looking~]

Cover thyself, Your Highness, and then perhaps we may progress.

Kuja liek pretty girl with sharp wit~

[death_of_terra]

[Kuja's eyes narrow to angry slits through a fold in the pants strewn across his face, but eventually he quirks a brow and the corner of his mouth pulls up in the barest of smiles. He begins pulling on the clothes that she brought him.]

I have had in my employ two dull little jesters and a foul elephant of a woman; your title is fair, though perhaps not in the sense it was intended.

[Once he's dressed he walks up to her side and places a hand lightly against the back of the shoulder.] Shall we 'progress', then?

Ah, who doesn't~?

[ladysharptongue]

We shall. [Lays a hand with surprising tenderness on the area of his torso where the stick was shoved] You were more than a little injured, signior. I should say mortally wounded, were we yet mortal.

Frat boys. >8|

[death_of_terra]

[....Kuja not used to people laying hands on Kuja. It gives him pause, but evidently he decides that this is a reasonable exception to the rule.]

I've never had the need to worry about such wounds in the past. And they seem to be quite the non-issue in this place. No... the wound is healing. It gives me no pain.

But the audacity... [His eyes flash again angrily.]

Trufax

[ladysharptongue]

[Beatrice is always a reasonable exception to any rule]

[Rolls her eyes]

Ah, how man chooses his battles. Signior Kuja, you are no stranger to audacity. Cast it aside. Should it bother you, [Mimics his tone earlier] don't look at it!