Around the bar, around noon

[ostro_goth]

Teja was out by the lake shore, practising with a sword that was, in fact, lighter and slimmer than he was used to; he had made himself one like those Will Turner made, or Kurt Wagner used. He wanted to see how it might be possible to speed up his movements, the way that damnable gelding had done to win the duel.

Asar-Suti was inside, having lunch

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[signore_treschi]

"You're holding it wrong," Tonio observed. "With a sword that light, all the movement comes from your fingers, not your wrist."

[ostro_goth]

Teja turned around, darkly looking at the eunuch in person.

Of all the days that he could run into him again...

"Greetings," he manages, without any alliteration.

"Thanks."

Keep to one-word sentences. It might help.

[signore_treschi]

"You're welcome."

Tonio hadn't felt any more urge than usual to sing - but given that he always sings, anyway, that could explain his lack of carolling.

"Like so," Tonio says, and draws his own blade and demonstrates.

[ostro_goth]

Tonio Treschi had, most likely, been luckily elsewhere when Dethklok displayed their magic to Milliways; Teja had not.

Teja nods, and imitates. He had not asked the eunuch to show him, but it would be bad grace to decline this offer of civility, after having lost the duel.

If he tries, he might get through this without having to say much, and without the eunuch laughing at him.

[vs_nuggan]

A small blonde person approaches the purple god, peering at him over the table.

"Boo!"

[asar_suti]

"Hey, you, little one!" Asar-Suti says, putting down his book. "Do you want some lunch as well?"

[vs_nuggan]

Jack reaches into his pocket and pulls out half a biscuit.

"Biccit."

[asar_suti]

"Oh, I see - you already have your lunch, small person!" Asar-Suti says. "Very nice."