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[Light]

"Heh," he softly snorts, his head tilting up, "Then you're invited to a tea party tomorrow then." he looks at her with a calm smirk, the heat burns on his shoulders and arms slowly disappearing. "What? This place not corrupt enough for you?"

[CrimsonMoon]

Her gaze instantly burns and she snaps," My country is NOT CORRUPT!" She pauses and looks away amgrily,"... When He falls then... We'll be cleansed..." Her blue, silver hair snap in the wind and she looks away

[Light]

"Ho," he looks out towards the window with dull interest, "Well, I could care less about their problems."

[CrimsonMoon]

She turns away and mumbles something beneath her breath, she pushes the hair from her face and glances at him

[Light]

He crosses his arms and starts to slowly walk again, "Unless they come and cause them here." he shakes his hair out, the long red mane tangled and torn in many places. "Then I'll get rid of them."

[CrimsonMoon]

She looks away and frowns, just sighing in reply

[Light]

"You do that a lot," he complains, "Sigh. Do that and one day your lungs will fly out one day," He grips his side and slides open the paper door to his quarters.

[CrimsonMoon]

She sticks out her tongue," Well you're hair is gonna catch fire one day, and guess who will be laughing?"

[Light]

He fingers his hair with a small 'harrumph', "This? What happens, happens. If it's my hair, or a sword in my gut, it was all inevitable."

[CrimsonMoon]

She grabs his arm suddenly and slams him down onto his futon," don't say stupid shit like that!" She snaps but laughs at his face..

[Light]

"It's not stupid," he lets out a small hiss from the impact of the fall and rolls his eyes at her, "you're still... small."

[CrimsonMoon]

She smacked his chest and glared at him," Don't say things like that... I don't want you to die..." This time she didn't say it was 'her duty' but... This was genuine

[Light]

"People die," he points out with a small turn of his head, averting his gaze, "People died today. People died yesterday. People will die tomorrow."

[CrimsonMoon]

She frowns and lneels next to him, hugging his neck,".... Pessimist..."

[Light]

He gives her a look, his shoulders rising and falling in a tired shrug. "Truth."

[CrimsonMoon]

She hugs him tighter and sighs," Stop it... Lies equal hope... Lie."

[Light]

"I'm never going to lie, and give someone misplaced hope." He closes his eyes grumpily.

[CrimsonMoon]

She squishes his cheeks," Then you'll never be a leader," she mumbles

[Light]

"Tch," he snorts and swats her hands away, "Never said I wanted to be one."

[CrimsonMoon]

She frowns and leans over him,"... You're very naive arent you?"