[Please, Tartaglia, you'll make him blush. It doesn't matter how lowly he bows his head so long as he bows it, and perhaps Tartaglia expected him to laugh, celebrate his very minor victory, but he doesn't. He simply ruffles Tartaglia's hair, silent as death, before urging him back by the shoulder. It's not a particularly strong push, just enough to say we're done here.]
I can't decide whether you're simply naïve and trust I won't kill you or naïve enough to believe you'd be able to retaliate in time. You're not very bright, are you?
[But now they've both succeeded in checking off a square. He'll be using this one to reclaim his blade, thank you very much.]
Dodging the question, I see. That's alright. I can wait.
[ Expecting to glean very little out of this conversation, Tartaglia's mouth is contorted with such a nasty smile. Underhandedness doesn't rule him. This confidence is peerless and wretched, and he's bereft of shame as his fingers rub his shoulder. ]
When you can pose an actual threat, come find me.
[ If you'll excuse him, Diluc, he'll go back to tilling the field, hacking away at the soil. Treated to so much gentleness, there's no bite left to his voice. ]
Well! Safe travels, comrade. Lose your life before we reunite and you'll have to give up for good.
[What an obnoxious man... Diluc doesn't humor him with anything more than a sharp glare, stuffing his bingo card back into his pocket once he sees it's been checked off. He's done with you, Fatui trash.]
Take care not to lose your life before I claim it myself.
[And with that, he trudges off. See you when he has his sword back, Tartar!!]
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I can't decide whether you're simply naïve and trust I won't kill you or naïve enough to believe you'd be able to retaliate in time. You're not very bright, are you?
[But now they've both succeeded in checking off a square. He'll be using this one to reclaim his blade, thank you very much.]
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[ Expecting to glean very little out of this conversation, Tartaglia's mouth is contorted with such a nasty smile. Underhandedness doesn't rule him. This confidence is peerless and wretched, and he's bereft of shame as his fingers rub his shoulder. ]
When you can pose an actual threat, come find me.
[ If you'll excuse him, Diluc, he'll go back to tilling the field, hacking away at the soil. Treated to so much gentleness, there's no bite left to his voice. ]
Well! Safe travels, comrade. Lose your life before we reunite and you'll have to give up for good.
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Take care not to lose your life before I claim it myself.
[And with that, he trudges off. See you when he has his sword back, Tartar!!]