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[targetprime]

[Really, Ramirez is normally a very patient person, but there are a few things he really cannot stand. One of them being stifling. Stagnating. Idleness. Something he has been suffocated by ever since he arrived in Luceti. The fact that his temper seemed to be gradually shortening ever since his recovery at the hands of the Malnosso has not done

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[ratatosk_knight]

[Emil watches this all from his front porch, eyes wide with fear and surprise. Sure, he's used to people sparring or practicing their skills, but not with anything near that level of viciousness, and this display makes him feel decidedly uneasy.]

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[targetprime]

[He gonna stare at you until you answer. This was not a rhetorical question.]

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[ratatosk_knight]

... m-maybe sometimes?

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[targetprime]

[He should be annoyed by this. He really should. You apparently cannot attempt to strangle a person one time without them holding it against you forev- ow.

...Ow. Suddenly he is subject to another one of those tugs in his head, but this one turns into more of a yank and Ramirez visibly winces and brings his hand up to rub at the side in an attempt to soothe it.]

...I suppose that explains a lot then. I apologize for frightening you.

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[ratatosk_knight]

No, it's okay, I just wasn't expecting it...

[And then he notices the wince.]

Um, are you all right? If you have a headache, maybe you should go lie down for a while.

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[targetprime]

[Unfortunately, he's the type who tends to brush off concern. Alas.]

It's nothing. I'll be fine. I'm not much of a soldier if I can't live through a headache, am I?

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[ratatosk_knight]

I didn't know you were a soldier. I guess that explains why you were so focused on practicing like that. I mean, soldiers have to train a lot to stay in shape, right?

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[targetprime]

That's right. And it's so terribly easy to get out of practice here.

[Is that trace of bitterness in his voice? Of course not.]

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[ratatosk_knight]

[Oh, Emil senses that.]

You could always go to the barracks and see if anyone there wanted to spar with you...

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[targetprime]

I'll be fine. I'm used to training alone.

[Oh how he wishes he didn't destroy all the wood in a fit of misplaced rage. He's getting one of those sudden violent urges again. Luckily he's good at controlling those. Most of the time.

Really.]

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[ratatosk_knight]

But if you feel like you're getting out of practice...

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[targetprime]

[Emil just stop. :(]

It's fine. I don't know of anyone to ask anyway.

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[ratatosk_knight]

[His shoulders slump.]

Oh. I'm sorry.

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[targetprime]

[...Screw you, Emil. Screw you and your girlish mannerisms. He cannot have you looking like that with a clear conscience.]

...Don't apologize. You were just trying to help and I appreciate the effort.

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[ratatosk_knight]

[No one can resist the power of the sad puppy eyes. This is a fact.]

It is pretty easy to get bored here sometimes.

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[targetprime]

[Oh he can resist it. Just not when you're girlish and blonde, it seems. One day though.]

What an understatement.

[At this point he just...starts to clean. No point in leaving a bunch of splinters in the front yard for Minato to line face at. That would lead to a few awkward questions he doesn't feel like answering.]