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[peacefullywreathed]

This is Solomon Wreath speaking. To whom do I have the pleasure?

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[denyamenti]

Any chance it'll keep subsiding?

[peacefullywreathed]

Yes.

If you don't wait to assure her you're fine, directly.

[If not, Solomon does not want to be the one who's there when Raine finds out Bakura is back and hasn't told her.]

[denyamenti]

[ he sighs ]

I'll speak with her next.

[peacefullywreathed]

That's wisest, I think.

[His tone is not without sympathy.]

If I asked you what happened, would you answer?

[Slight emphasis on the 'you'. He's gotten some details from Valdis, but Bakura's earlier irritation didn't go unnoticed.]

[denyamenti]

[ It actually isn't until Solomon asks that Bakura realizes how familiar the whole situation is, and as such, there's a weighted pause before he even attempts to answer. ]

I was just making a point, waheh-maw.

[peacefullywreathed]

About sacrifice, or about power, control, and how much of it she has?

[The latter was Solomon's guess, at the time.]

[denyamenti]

Oh, don't look so deeply into it. You know I just like to prove I'm right about something.

[peacefullywreathed]

[At that, he's going to laugh.]

God forbid I burst that bubble.

[He's not going to press.]

[denyamenti]

Aa, I'm going to need it, for the call I make following this one.

[peacefullywreathed]

I can reattach any limbs she tears off.

... Probably.

[denyamenti]

Well, it's not like a few missing pieces wouldn't weigh a little easier.

[ It's a play on words, nodding toward the afterlife scales, and also because of the Egyptian belief that one had to be whole in body to achieve Amenti. ]

[peacefullywreathed]

True. On the other hand, it would do something to your sleight-handedness if you lost all your fingers.

[Afterlife, shmafterlife. Limbs were helpful things in life.]

[denyamenti]

Enjolras would have to justify far less undocumented profit margins in the dojo's books.

[peacefullywreathed]

Enjolras could learn to have a bit of fun. Or even the meaning of the word.

[denyamenti]

As though you are the reigning expert on loosening up.

[peacefullywreathed]

I'm perfectly good at loosening up. Just ask Raine.

[denyamenti]

[ ...ouch, Solomon. ]

Pass.

[peacefullywreathed]

[He knew it was a Topic, just not a sensitive Topic. Bakura's tone alerts him.]

You could always show me with, say, a pick-me-up game after she's through with you.

[Subtle apologies what.]

[denyamenti]

Aa, perhaps. We'll see how it goes.

[peacefullywreathed]

Good luck.

[That is sincere.]

[denyamenti]

Dewa. I'm sure you'll hear about it one way or another.

[peacefullywreathed]

Yes, you're both such blabbermouths.

[Smile is audible.]

Sláinte chugat.