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[originallutece]

Rosalind Lutece

Doctor of physics, professor at Recollé University.

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[originallutece]

Because you're the kind of man to have three cats. You're going to end up adopting a fourth regardless.

[daemonized]

Then you're wrong. My generosity can only extend so far.

[or can it]

[originallutece]

It'll be a black cat. It'll be missing some kind of appendage, and it'll run into you on the street, and you won't be able to resist.

[daemonized]

I already have a black cat.

[Though that's not what she was saying, exactly, and he knows it.]

[originallutece]

It'll mew at you and be utterly spoilt by the end of the week.

[daemonized]

You don't know that for a fact.

Why is everyone under the impression that I'm so soft at heart?

[BECAUSE YOU KIND OF ARE?]

[originallutece]

Because you have three cats and you refused to even let me cut my finger in the name of scientific experiment.

[daemonized]

Three cats might just mean that I'm a "crazy cat person" at heart.

[Ignoring the cutting the finger bit.]

[originallutece]

Ardyn.

[daemonized]

What.

[originallutece]

You're ridiculously soft for anything remotely big-eyed and in need of care. Accepting the truth will only help you in the long run.

[daemonized]

[Rosalind just let him live]

I'm an adult, you know. If I choose to live in denial, then so be it.

[originallutece]

[never]

Be that as it may, I'd be awfully remiss as your friend if I didn't remind you of it now and again. If you've granted yourself the liberty of telling me I need to eat and sleep, I'm granted the liberty of reminding you of how susceptible you are to anything remotely injured or in need.

[daemonized]

Yes, but you're always so /difficult/ when I tell you to eat or sleep. At least reserve the same right for me.

[originallutece]

I'm not difficult.

[daemonized]

[yeah...ok]

You can't hear it, but I'm laughing with abandon right now.

[originallutece]

I argued once the last time you came around.

[daemonized]

Exactly. You argued.

[originallutece]

[There's literally no way to argue this without proving his point, god damn it.]

Shut up.

[daemonized]

[And this time he really is laughing down at his phone.]

No need to pout, Rosalind.

[originallutece]

I am not pouting. I'm not a bloody child.

[daemonized]

I hear pouting in your tone. It's fine, you know, I won't tell anyone.