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[meltokio]

Everybody gets a nickname. And considering you made me an accessory to your little grand theft cattle adventure, I'm gonna say its sticking.

[ lawless sounds too cool. ]

The word you're looking for is angel.

[counterattack]

Nicknames are for friends.

( not sure we're there yet dude, even if you did manhandle his beef. and punch him to the borderline of a bisexual awakening. )

What even is an angel? It's a bird, right? Lloyd said that earlier, too.

[meltokio]

Any friend of Lloyd is a friend of mine.

[ read: you're stuck with me...

Okay. Now how does he explain this. ]

Angels are powerful winged beings.

[counterattack]

( sounds weirdly codependent, thinks the guy that would behave the same way toward any friend of Alphen's )

...So they're birds. Big birds.

[meltokio]

No, they're people with wings and magic. A lot more goes into a bird than just having wings!

[counterattack]

I've seen birds that can do magic, that's not impressive! Birds also have big, squawking beaks, just like you! You're a bird.

[meltokio]

You're not working with a lot upstairs, are you?

[counterattack]

Don't get mad at me for calling it like I see it. Unless you wanna tell me angels do something else different...

[meltokio]

[ oh you know, subjugate the whole world to revive a dead woman. ]

They stay young and live forever.

[counterattack]

( attempt to fish for better info: suc..cess...? hold the fuck up )

...Forever? Wait, so you can be really old—like say, a few thousand—but not look it?

[meltokio]

So the stories go.

[ I will neither confirm nor deny. ]

[counterattack]

( ...he really needs to apologize to lloyd whoops. and probably kratos?! )

Huh. Hard to believe a knucklehead like you would be older than dirt. Shouldn't you be more, I dunno, wise or something?

[meltokio]

I'm exactly how how old I look. But I am the most beautiful and intelligent of the bunch!

[ the bar is really low ]

[counterattack]

( side eye... )

So... pushing forty?

[meltokio]

Watch it, brat.

[counterattack]

Hehehe.

( ^_^ )

So, wait, is that how come you're so strong even though you barely know how to make a closed fist?

[meltokio]

Nope, that's just me being a cool and gorgeous natural fighter.

[ hff. ]

[counterattack]

There's no way you're that strong and completely untrained. Like—my dad's been fighting his whole entire life and I'm not even sure he can do that.

( thinks about it )

Well, no. He can. But he's also huge, and you're a total shrimp. There's something up with that!

[meltokio]

I'm not untrained. As soon as I could walk I was getting self-defense lessons. I just use blades.

[ he gestures towards the scabbard on his hip. ]

[counterattack]

Yeah, so was I, and it doesn't just happen by accident! And you've got, like, no muscle mass, dude. Imagine what kind of a wrecking ball you'd be if you did...

( he is imagining, not gayly )

[meltokio]

[ stop. ]

Ohhh, I get it. You're jealous.

[counterattack]

Of course that's where you're going with it. No, for your information, I'm not jealous. I think it's cool. But it's also wasted potential if you don't hone it.

[meltokio]

I never said I wasn't gonna hone it. I agreed to let you be my punching bag, didn't I?

[counterattack]

Uh-huh. And you'll come to meditation. Right?

( this was never in the contract )

[meltokio]

Meditation?

[ this SURE WAS NOT ]