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[embattle]

[Such a smart mouth! He'd "arrested" some others for lesser offense.]

Is that what you'll call it?

[He allows it, Vriska's wrapping--- used to it. So much he's becoming so used to, and still, he couldn't return it as opened and soft, mimicking motions and learning from that, though violence remained his expression of choice. Regardless, he's genuine, warming with time. She'd have to forgive him his stubbornness too.]

I suppose you'd be in trouble.

[Then again, she seemed to like trouble just fine.]

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Trouble? Me?

[ Her innocence is mocking. She does what thieves do and steals from him, too, though this time it's just a kiss. ]

Never. You must be thinking of someone else! I have never been in trouble in my life. Or death!

[embattle]

[Rude little thing. He frowns for that, turning his head, teasing back.]

You're in trouble for swiping kisses.

[But he warms, a feeling that glows him, again--- pleasant, and leaving his lips sort of blushed. His better arm lifts, brushing fringe from her face.]

I'll expect them returned.

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[ She has the goofy, half-formed thought that she kind of wants to lean into his touch.

God, she is in so much trouble.

Getting a little bit of control over herself again, she lets go and floats away from him, lifting both eyebrows. ]

Returned? You think a thief ever returns what she's stolen? Please. Only if you made me!

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Oh?

[He watches her, clearest surprise on his eyes. It seemed sort of... forward, like challenge somehow, though most of him wants to accept, giving chase. In the end, he approaches but still a bit slowed; part for his injuries, part still reserved, but the heart of him rightly intrigued by it all.]

Shouldn't you be running, then?

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[ That surprises a sweet laugh from her, and she hops back once, twice, putting distance between them. ]

Please! Like you could catch me? I'd like to see you try!

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[As usual, she'd called his bluff. Stubborn, he'd manage a run, but no more.]

You'll fight me again, won't you?

[He's off like a child, all bruising ignored; lunging, regardless of damages, fast.]

If I catch you?

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[ Perhaps surprisingly, she doesn't try to dodge him again. She stays where she is, letting him capture her, and instead gives him a narrow, thoughtful smile. Unlike a moment ago, now there's an edge of danger to her, razor sharp and begging for blood. ]

I'll fight you again, Kyoya. But you'd better not bore me, or I won't go nearly as easy on you as I did last time.