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[fessus]

See? You're proving my point. Whatever...

... hey, how do you pronounce your name?

[batricide]

Hafid al Ghul.

[ He says it slowly - not mockingly, because he really doesn't expect most people to pronounce it right. If people can't pronounce Damian then they're definitely not going to have an easy time with this.. ]

I don't claim to be nice. I get results, that's what matters.

[fessus]

Thanks, Hafid. Hafid al Ghul... Hafid al Ghul... Okay, got it. Did-- [ He cuts himself off abruptly when the waiter returns, dropping off the sweet treat. It smells great, a lot better than half the stuff he's been eating lately, and he's certainly not shy about cutting into it with his dessert fork.

Manners. ]

... I've met a lot of guys like you. I guess if I think about it like that, I get where you're coming from more.

[batricide]

And what exactly do you think I'm like?

[ He leans back in his seat, crossing his arms. The food smells good but it feels like a sign of weakness to order something now, so he doesn't. ]

[fessus]

You just said.

[ The first bite is segmented away from the others, popped into his mouth. ]

Ah, like... you're a guy that's focused. Doesn't matter if people like you or not, you do what you think's best for them if you're on their side. That kind of guy. Job and safety first, everything else after.

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[ ... ]

I don't do anything without their consent. [ It seems important to say - is important to say, considering how his old man does things. ]

[fessus]

Yeah? ... it's okay. You think I'm naive but I get it; I've dealt with that stuff a lot. You may end up pretty unpopular and act like an ass but the world needs those kinds of people.

[ Maybe that was harsh... but it's true, right? Just unfair, which he still struggles with occasionally. ]

You want a bite of this? It's good.

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[ Wow Noct, don't pull any punches. He gives his head a shake at the offer of food. ]

You're right about one thing. I really don't give a damn about what people think of me. I haven't survived this long on dumb luck. They learn that soon enough.

[fessus]

... oi...

I'm right about everything I said. Eat this. [ This stabbed bite of food is slowly being moved closer. ]

[batricide]

[ what. what. no. leaning back. ]

Did no one ever tell you the meaning of the word no?

[fessus]

Hah? Well yeah, sure they did, but you didn't even say it--!

[ oh my god ]

You just got all serious again even though I was technically complimenting you.

[batricide]

[ why are you like this ]

'Technically' is the key word in that sentence.

[fessus]

[ someone has to be ]

Eat the damn pastry, Hafid.

It's the least you can do after thinking I was trying to kill you. You don't even deserve it but now that you seem like you don't want to eat it, I want you to.

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[ >:( !! ]

That doesn't even make any sense.

[fessus]

It makes perfect sense, you're just weird. [ THEY'RE BOTH WEIRD, THIS WHOLE SITUATION IS WEIRD ]

Can you just take it already? I'm doing something nice and you said you weren't inept. Prove it.

[batricide]

It stops being nice when you try to force someone into accepting it. [ but. fine. he'll eat it. are you happy???? ]

[fessus]

[ Yes. In fact he'll settle back in his seat again, chin once again lifted, seeming all too contented with himself. And in the knowledge that it is a good pastry. ]

Yeah whatever, I only had to do that because you made me. Anyway... It was a real compliment, "technically" or not.

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[ He rolls his eyes. ]

Fine. Whatever. It was a compliment. [ what do you... want... this is so disconcerting. ] So do you want me to train you or something?

[fessus]

And? Did you-- [ wait, what ]

Hold on. Did you like it or what? The food.

[batricide]

It was fine? [ WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM HIM? ]

[fessus]

Cool. It's better than fine, but I'll take it, I guess.

[ Now, seeming satisfied, he can continue. ]

Why do you think I'd want you to train me?

[batricide]

Because I could kick your ass with both hands tied behind my back.

[fessus]

[ Okay. Now you've done it. His expression shifts slightly, one brow quirking. ]

Seriously? Give me a break... You could only think of sixteen ways; pretty sure I'd be fine. That's not even a good answer to the question anyway.

[batricide]

That was to kill you.

[ Damian shrugs. Clearly annoyed, because no one contacts him just to 'hang out' unless they know him. ]

[fessus]

Yeah, I know what it was for. I'm just saying...

You underestimate me and I'm gonna' make you eat those words is all. ... Do people seriously ask you for training that much?