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[leonheartedly]

He - did it himself.

[he lifts a hand to rub at his face] Jesus christ.

[afineknight]

He is very strong, our Pudin. I am glad he is on my side.

[leonheartedly]

I'm glad he's on your side, too.

[a heavy sigh]

All I had to do was shoot my teammate in the head. Red's pricing is bullshit.

[afineknight]

[ doesn't even bat an eye at that. ]

Ah, with a fake bullet?

[leonheartedly]

Paint, yeah. I wasn't allowed to say what I was doing.

[afineknight]

That makes sense. Not so bad, though.

[ He glances up at the sky. The sun is moving into position. Two more minutes . . . ]

[leonheartedly]

[a hum of agreement]

Nah. And I'm sure Lupin's revenge will be funny.

[afineknight]

You did it to your own shepherd? You are in for it, amigo.

[ He lifts his hand a bit as the petals of the flower start to curl. ]

[leonheartedly]

I like to live dangerously. [ha ha] And he offered to help.

[he leans forward a little to watch, but staying well out of the way of the sun]

[afineknight]

[ It's starting to singe. Soon!! ]

He did not know what he was signing up for. His revenge will be swift and merciless.

[leonheartedly]

I'll deserve it.

[he's on guard for it, but he'll probably let it happen]

He's who helped me figure out you were here.

[afineknight]

Oh?

[ He still has another minute. Better to keep it vague. ]

[leonheartedly]

Mmhm.

[he's not elaborating, but - ] Did you meet Odin, too?

[afineknight]

I have met Odin, yes. The little one, too.

[ Yata is little to him, okay. ]

[leonheartedly]

Thought so. Little one is Yata.

[that cough sounds suspiciously like it's to cover up a laugh]

[afineknight]

And I know you met Muffin before last night.

[leonheartedly]

He came by earlier in the day.

[a soft huff] Told me to ask my shepherd about the rituals because he didn't want to scare me. Nice guy.

[afineknight]

He is a good person.

[ And with the sun in place, the daffodil finally bursts into flames. He flinches, preparing for pain, but then furrows his brows when he realizes the fire isn't hurting him. ]

[leonheartedly]

[when he doesn't drop it immediately, Leon unfolds his arms and stands up straight, one hand held up like he might do something, but when there's no yelp or noise of pain - ]

. . . it isn't burning you?

[afineknight]

No. It is not.

[ The flames eat up the daffodil quickly and, when they finally die down, there's some ash . . . and a gold lighter in his hand. ]

[leonheartedly]

[he would comment on how he thinks it's kind of cool, except when he catches sight of the lighter]

. . . good job.

[afineknight]

[ He flicks it in his hand, swallowing hard. It even feels right. ]

. . . He pulls through, that Red.

[leonheartedly]

[something to the side is suddenly very, very interesting. One of his hands slowly clenches into a fist]

I'm glad.

[afineknight]

[ When he moves to put it in his pocket, his hand brushes against something at his side. His brows furrow and he pockets the lighter before drawing the other item out — his Red9.

it really had been ten minutes. ]

And again. Good on him.

[leonheartedly]

[he glances back - ah . . . slightly better than the lighter. Just slightly]

Good to know. I asked him for something personal.

[he tilts his head] What was the other thing you had to do?