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[notaquaman]

You're damn right my voice isn't grating! I have the voice of an angel.

[For fuck's sake!]

You're right. I should call him something that suits him better. Like prick!

[bywolves]

[ Royce raises his eyebrows, and glances at Tifa, somewhat incredulous. ] Jump right to the name-calling.

Are all of your friends rude like this, Tifa? [ He might be smirking a little. ]

[powersouls]

[Tifa looks at Royce pointedly and makes a face.]

I guess so.

[She's including him in that statement.]

[notaquaman]

Name-calling is how I show affection.

[And then, for Tifa:]

Where did you pick this one up?

[bywolves]

Mm, affection from a stranger I'm already not fond of. Good. [ Woo, sarcasm! Cutting in: ] She didn't "pick me up". I found her.

[powersouls]

[Tifa just takes a second to rub a hand over her face.]

Duster told me to come and meet him after I woke up.

[She's saying this because maybe possibly Nathan will take the hint and be a little nice. Except she knows he won't, and she knows Duster won't be nice, so she's doomed.]

[notaquaman]

I feel like I'm being told two different versions of the same story. I'm tellin' you, I just don't know what to believe anymore.

[Can you just sense him shaking his head in utter disbelieve and shame?]

Least you can say you got yourself a maid.

[Get it? Because...he dusts...]

[bywolves]

[ Nathan can't see it, but boy, is Royce squinting. Almost incredulously (and it's on purpose, he's doing it to be an asshole): ] Does he... does he think he's funny? Poor sap.

[powersouls]

[Tifa is about through with this weird sniping they're doing, but Nathan makes that joke and she can't help but wrinkle her nose.]

Sorry, Nathan. That was pretty bad.

[Betrayal!]

[notaquaman]

[Sure. Okay. He sees how it is!]

So you've got a new funny asshole to spend your time with now, that's how it's gonna be? Well fine! I'll take my beautiful face and my underappreciated wit and see myself out!

[bywolves]

[ Sorry, Nathan, Royce doesn't answer this time, he just laughs, a hissing, condescending sort of noise in the background of Tifa's feed. ]

[powersouls]

[Uggggh. Tifa is starting to wonder if she's done something to deserve this.]

I'm sorry, Nathan. It's your taste in hats.

[She says it lightly, trying to defuse the situation as much as she can. Royce's reaction gets ignored.]