6th Edge

[gauntlethades]

[Phone]
...

I have nothing to say on this matter except.

Fuck you, Mayfield.

[And the phone is slammed down.]

[Action; Grocery Store again!]
[Unlike people who would be screaming bloody murder or something at whoever runs the town, Ragna is being chill and keeping his anger bottled up

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[gauntlethades]

[SMUG.]

Not really, got it back just this morning.

[gauntlethades]

I did.

[Oh he realized something.]

Well, looks like I'm not talking to a wall today.

[gauntlethades]

It was sent to me by the kind Postman this morning.

[A GRIN.]

Nope, you're a special case. How the heck could a wall overwork itself anyways?

[gauntlethades]

So basically using magic hurts that arm a lot?

[Hey. He might not get that mumbo jumbo, but he's not that dumb okay.]

[gauntlethades]

I'm pretty sure you can handle that.

[Slight smile.]

You are strong for a mage, after all.

[gauntlethades]

I'm just complimenting you on your strength, brat.

[Hey suddenly he doesn't seem that bad.]

[gauntlethades]

Alright. I'll take it back.

If you give me your name.

[gauntlethades]

And what do you want me to do to prove that, huh?

[...Well at least its better than trying to kill each other.]