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[embattle]

[Black! It does. It suits him fine!]

This is mine?

[He takes the blade uncertain, awed, but wondering how she knew his tastes. He sighs a bit, unsheathes it, slow, then lights it whole with dancing flames. He's shocked to find it keeps them well, the heat from all his will retained, and held in one unbroken stream.

The violet's made it shimmer.

Shine.

He's yet to meet her eyes just yet, embarrassed by such thoughtful things.]

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Yeah. [ She holds back the "duh."

... after a beat, in which she watches those pretty flames light up his new blade: ]

You like it?

[embattle]

[Lethal. Flammable. He more than "liked" it.]

You've got good taste.

[He twirls it, the light of his flame leaving trails.]

I won't replace it.

[Never.]

[hypertoxic]

[ His reaction finally gets Vriska to animate again, and she gets over her sudden uncharacteristic shyness with an abrupt, bright grin. ]

Damn right I do! [ She moves around behind him and smiles at his blade tricks, draping her arms over his shoulders. ]

I am glad you like it. I don't even have to tell you to use it well!

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[He sheathes it, embers fading.]

Yeah...

[He'd never been given a present before! Offerings to stave off some beating? Of course. But never a gift with such meaning, and heart.

He smiles, expression more boyish and young. He brushes her cheek, motion fleeting, but warm.]

Thank you.

[If ever he meant it, it's now.]

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[ His smile makes her beam, and she laughs as his fingers brush her cheek, her whole body flushed with the feeling of victory, even if it's a small one. ]

You're welcome. Haha, what kind of nerds get swords for each other as gifts? [ "Nerds" may not really be the word here, Vriska. ]

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[Practical nerds. Or violent partners—whichever the case may be.]

Is this how we'll duel?

[Quite the one-track mind.]

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[ She hadn't thought of that. She blinks, and then smiles crookedly. ]

Fighting with the gifts we gave each other? Poetic! I like it.

[embattle]

[What a challenge. He was nowhere near familiar with swords as, say, Yamamoto Takeshi, but Hibari could hold his own.]

Hn...

[He unsheathes it again, looks it over, slides it back.]

I'm looking forward to this.

[Enormously pleased, the prefect sounds.]

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Pff. Yeah, you would.

[ Vriska leans in to kiss his cheek. ]

Thanks. Nerd.