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[whitehairedprettyboy]

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[grapeeater]

I know it sounds stupid. I thought it was stupid, too. And yes, it does. That's the Hell Fruit Lockseed. It transforms me into that particular armor, though I had others at home.

[whitehairedprettyboy]

You're quite right, you know. It is stupid.

[ He takes a sip of his tea, which has arrived. Of course he ordered tea. Of course he did. ]

Well, I suppose I can understand wanting to take out the greatest threat. It's just that I don't appreciate it when I'm the one being taken out, you understand. At least now you realize that I'm the more powerful of the two of us, I hope?

[ Not when you don't have the talismans on you, you're not. ]

[grapeeater]

[He huffs in amusement, sipping on a water. He's not really in the mood for tea right now.]

I'd think that both of us are somewhat evenly matched without abilities.

[whitehairedprettyboy]

[ There is no such thing as "not in the mood for tea" in Valmont's world. ]

Are we?

[ He raises an eyebrow. ]

How are your hand-to-hand combat skills, would you say, Mr. Kureshima?

[grapeeater]

[Yes but you are disgustingly British, Valmont.]

Pretty fair. But I'm a lot more agile than I look. I spent a long time in a dance team, and fighting monsters has improved my reflexes even without the aid of transforming.

[Siiiiip.]

[whitehairedprettyboy]

[ Truer words never spoken. ]

Is that so? I suppose we shall have to spar at some point, then, shan't we. [ Privately, he thinks the boy doesn't stand a chance, not against himself, but who knows. Maybe he'll surprise him yet. ]

[grapeeater]

We'll see.

[He grins into his cup for a brief moment before returning to the conversation.]

But you can see why that explanation was not exactly one I wanted to talk about around a large group of people.

[whitehairedprettyboy]

Oh, I can indeed see why. You'd be a laughingstock.

[ He's still not over the bit about using fruit to transform. Fruit, seriously? ]

Still. Your telling me is... appreciated. As is the fact you'll not be pulling any stunts like that in future.

[ He didn't actually say he wouldn't, V. ]

Was there anything else you wished to discuss, while we're here?

[grapeeater]

[He sighs. Shut up about the fruit. It's not his fault Ryouma is weird. But if Valmont wants to assume things he never actually promised and therefore doesn't have to follow through on, that's fine.]

Yes, actually. Where did you get those talismans you were holding?

[whitehairedprettyboy]

[ Fruit is inherently funny. Sorry, Micchy.

In response to the boy's question, he gives a brief shrug. ] Your guess is as good as mine, I'm afraid. They simply appeared in my room that morning. The last I'd been aware, they had been locked in the vault of a government organization back in my world, so, as I say, I've really no clue.

[grapeeater]

[Shut up Valmont, no one asked you.]

Oh? Well, they did seem powerful... so I suppose it's not surprising that something like that would be locked away. How did you run into them in your world in the first place?

[whitehairedprettyboy]

[ Implying his opinion isn't the only one that matters. ]

It's a long story. [ He frowns down at his tea. ] A very long story... Have you ever met a demon, Mr. Kureshima?

[grapeeater]

[Valmont no.]

... No. I've met an Inves, and while I might argue that they count I suspect they're not the same thing.