[Oh, dear. He'd already know that hair anywhere, but damn, just look at it.
Anyway, Thancred's the diametric opposite of Ryn right now, having been yet again enjoying the near-Limsan atmosphere of the indoor beach, which is why when he spots Ryn he is unfortunately wearing these swim trunks. And no shirt. And flip flops. And his hair, though not so damp that it's dripping, is definitely a spikier mess than usual courtesy of shaking it dry with vigorous finger-rubbing.]
There once was a fella named Ryn Whose good favor I'd worked hard to win, But alas I suspect That he might just object To my rhyme, and deny me a grin.
[sorry, what? he's distracted momentarily by the fact thancred is just out here shirtless and slightly damp-- and then he launches into the limerick, leaving ryn standing there with his face slightly purple, expression unsure of where to settle.]
-all right, rhymes are different from bad puns, but I want you to be aware you're still on thin ice.
[it does, however, ultimately get a slight grin from him.]
[Well, that surprises him. He blinks a minute, like he's not quite sure Ryn isn't fucking with him, before realizing that no, he's not being nearly Horrible Fucking Elf™ enough for that.]
You've gotten turned around, I suspect. The corridor that leads to it starts all the way back at the park where we came in.
[And the thing is — the thing is, he's sort of had his fill of putting Rynlan into unintentionally awkward situations lately, between the love potion and the leg and the secrets and the all of that, and it occurs to him about half a second after he considers all of those things that not being able to find his way to where he wants to go is probably a lot more terrifying than his stoic blue elf friend is letting on, for someone already so concerned with appearing vulnerable.
And so instead, he briskly rounds on Ryn, circling him to step silently into his path, and extends his arm in offering.]
[it's easier to just accept the offer than to explain, to try to defend himself. he's sure thancred's picked up on how lost he is, without his sense of direction, and the fact that he doesn't ask for any detail is a relief in itself.
I do. You're clearly done up for an evening of merriment, and I'm not scoundrel enough to stand back and watch you kept from it.
[And off they go — meandering enough that it doesn't look as though he's leading so much as that they're just out for a walk together. One never knows who might be watching and from where, after all.]
Oh, don't lump me in with them-- whatever they are, it's not an alchemist.
[a light huff, there-- it's mostly feigned offense, but he'd prefer not to be in their category, thank you.]
Midori seems to prefer being left alone, but I largely don't mind them. Malibu can be as frustrating as Blue can be-- they do read, though, that gives them a leg up on the others. Cosmopolitan I'm still getting a read on, and Rosé can be a little more helpful than I thought.
They offered it to me. I was as skeptical as you might expect, but it didn't seem to come with any strings attached.
[A shrug.]
It only stood to reason that a demon willing to bargain once might be willing to bargain more than once, if I could only figure out what they considered to be of value.
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Anyway, Thancred's the diametric opposite of Ryn right now, having been yet again enjoying the near-Limsan atmosphere of the indoor beach, which is why when he spots Ryn he is unfortunately wearing these swim trunks. And no shirt. And flip flops. And his hair, though not so damp that it's dripping, is definitely a spikier mess than usual courtesy of shaking it dry with vigorous finger-rubbing.]
There once was a fella named Ryn
Whose good favor I'd worked hard to win,
But alas I suspect
That he might just object
To my rhyme, and deny me a grin.
[Hello, there.]
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-all right, rhymes are different from bad puns, but I want you to be aware you're still on thin ice.
[it does, however, ultimately get a slight grin from him.]
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[He says, not repentant in the slightest.]
Where are you off to? Or just enjoying the sights of our newest locale?
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[ugh. he hates admitting this.]
I forgot where it is.
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You've gotten turned around, I suspect. The corridor that leads to it starts all the way back at the park where we came in.
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[he turns
to walk toward the aquarium.]
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[And the thing is — the thing is, he's sort of had his fill of putting Rynlan into unintentionally awkward situations lately, between the love potion and the leg and the secrets and the all of that, and it occurs to him about half a second after he considers all of those things that not being able to find his way to where he wants to go is probably a lot more terrifying than his stoic blue elf friend is letting on, for someone already so concerned with appearing vulnerable.
And so instead, he briskly rounds on Ryn, circling him to step silently into his path, and extends his arm in offering.]
Shall we?
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[it's easier to just accept the offer than to explain, to try to defend himself. he's sure thancred's picked up on how lost he is, without his sense of direction, and the fact that he doesn't ask for any detail is a relief in itself.
he takes thancred's arm, then.]
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[And off they go — meandering enough that it doesn't look as though he's leading so much as that they're just out for a walk together. One never knows who might be watching and from where, after all.]
Who did your hair? 'Tis lovely.
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the question gets him to smile a little more teasingly, though, an ear flicking.]
Guess. I'm pretty confident you're not going to be able to.
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Harrowhark.
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Good attempt, but it wasn't her.
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[Hm. Pretty.]
The one in the wig, then. Kuranosuke?
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[mermaid elf vibes...]
Not Kuranosuke either, no.
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The redhead. Lavi?
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[he did say he didn't think thancred would guess, though.]
Blue did.
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[He whistles low under his breath, half-impressed.]
That's right, you mentioned you'd been talking to them, didn't you?
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[he has categorically refused to have his blood studied.]
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[is bloody mary secretly a thavnairian alchemist because]
But — an alchemist and a hairdresser. What of the others?
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[a light huff, there-- it's mostly feigned offense, but he'd prefer not to be in their category, thank you.]
Midori seems to prefer being left alone, but I largely don't mind them. Malibu can be as frustrating as Blue can be-- they do read, though, that gives them a leg up on the others. Cosmopolitan I'm still getting a read on, and Rosé can be a little more helpful than I thought.
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[But, hm. He's quiet a minute, considering options before finally venturing: ]
Cosmopolitan can be baited. And not particularly subtle about what bait they'll take.
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[his head tilts curiously, as he glances over.]
They seemed to like more sugar than I think is reasonable, definitely. What else?
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[Not that it really matters, since it's all corrected itself now, but.]
Information. Cosmo, it turns out, can be tempted with secrets.
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[but, also, returning to the other part:]
So that was magic? How did you manage to get that?
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[A shrug.]
It only stood to reason that a demon willing to bargain once might be willing to bargain more than once, if I could only figure out what they considered to be of value.
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