[ Another long, condemning pause. He doesn't crack, damn him, so she eases up. ]
Fine. In that case, penalties for each pun... let's say one fourth an infraction. Every four puns I have to listen to, you have to do somethin' for me.
[He thinks on that for a moment. Takes a bite of his own salmon(?)-and-cricket dinner as he considers. Aranea seems insistent on penalties for puns-- pressing for free rein on them may ruin this entire arrangement they have. And a favour for each fourth doesn't sound too terrible.]
Each one directed towards you, or that you're aware of? Do conversations with others publically available on the network count? Or those spoken to another while you're present?
Network doesn't count unless we're both already in the conversation. I'm not gonna penalise you for shit you say when you think I'm not 'round. Otherwise, if you know I'm in earshot—
[Which isn't wrong at all. After all, can't let himself or Noct enter into any nasty arrangements or treaties or anything of the sort, right?
Another thoughtful noise, and:]
If I know your in an earshot. You're opening yourself up to my making cases that I wasn't aware of whether or not you could hear me, or were paying attention. That would make it rather difficult to enforce punishment.
[You know what? He deserved that. And can't even be mad when that kick finally comes- as his hands are full of plate and utensils, he can't do much more than lift then to keep them from spilling everywhere as he spills onto the floor, laughing as he accepts it.]
You know, we hadn't agreed to the rules yet. And that was only two. Rather Pre-emptive penance, there.
[There's only a little spilled, and he'll set the plate down and immediately start picking up the stray bits of vegetables or small fish bones that had been left in the cut, still with that stupid self-satisfied smile.]
[ Drawing her legs up underneath her, Aranea resumes a more stately sprawl. Half of the couch is still given up for him, though, regardless or whether or not he's on the floor. ]
That wasn't a sanctioned penalty, that was a crime of passion.
[ She adds, referring to kicking him off the couch. As her smile indicates, Aranea's too pleased with herself. They're rather alike, in that regard. ]
[He dumps the floor-scraps to the edge of the plate, well away from the remnants of the rest of his meal. He'll pick them up, but he absolutely does not trust the floor in an apartment this cheap, in a world that may very well have illnesses they've never encountered on Eos. No thank you, floor-food.
Instead he'll shove himself up from the floor, walking around the couch to set his plate down on the counter- typically he'd go ahead and wash it now, but he'll wait until the end and do it and the pans he'd cooked with all at once, instead just giving another short chuckle at Aranea's comments.]
Not too often? [A click of the tongue and he shakes his head as he comes back to the couch.] You shouldn't make promises you can't keep either. Especially if you loathe what a pundit I can be.
[ok thats the last one for now promise.]
But alright. I agree. If for no other reason than your sanity.
[ Aranea makes a bit of a face at the pundit remark but otherwise lets it lie. Seeing that he's finished his dinner, with her plate in a similar state, she exercises especially less care and just leaves her dirty plate on the coffee table. ]
The whole night? Such generosity. [There's another small laugh there- and as she's done, he'll recover her plate as well, returning to the kitchen to start doing the minimal dishes, packing away the small amount left. Might as well get it out of the way while it's still easy to do.]
I suppose if that's the case, I can't be expected to refuse.
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Fine. In that case, penalties for each pun... let's say one fourth an infraction. Every four puns I have to listen to, you have to do somethin' for me.
[ That's reasonable, right? ]
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Each one directed towards you, or that you're aware of? Do conversations with others publically available on the network count? Or those spoken to another while you're present?
[look he needs details before agreeing.]
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[ She takes another moment to think this out. ]
Network doesn't count unless we're both already in the conversation. I'm not gonna penalise you for shit you say when you think I'm not 'round. Otherwise, if you know I'm in earshot—
[ It counts. ]
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[Which isn't wrong at all. After all, can't let himself or Noct enter into any nasty arrangements or treaties or anything of the sort, right?
Another thoughtful noise, and:]
If I know your in an earshot. You're opening yourself up to my making cases that I wasn't aware of whether or not you could hear me, or were paying attention. That would make it rather difficult to enforce punishment.
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... Hopefully he can hold onto his plate. ]
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You know, we hadn't agreed to the rules yet. And that was only two. Rather Pre-emptive penance, there.
[There's only a little spilled, and he'll set the plate down and immediately start picking up the stray bits of vegetables or small fish bones that had been left in the cut, still with that stupid self-satisfied smile.]
Does this mean the next two are free?
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[ Drawing her legs up underneath her, Aranea resumes a more stately sprawl. Half of the couch is still given up for him, though, regardless or whether or not he's on the floor. ]
That wasn't a sanctioned penalty, that was a crime of passion.
[ She adds, referring to kicking him off the couch. As her smile indicates, Aranea's too pleased with herself. They're rather alike, in that regard. ]
Don't worry, that won't happen too often.
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Instead he'll shove himself up from the floor, walking around the couch to set his plate down on the counter- typically he'd go ahead and wash it now, but he'll wait until the end and do it and the pans he'd cooked with all at once, instead just giving another short chuckle at Aranea's comments.]
Not too often? [A click of the tongue and he shakes his head as he comes back to the couch.] You shouldn't make promises you can't keep either. Especially if you loathe what a pundit I can be.
[ok thats the last one for now promise.]
But alright. I agree. If for no other reason than your sanity.
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So?
You stayin' the night or what?
[ Romance lives. ]
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The whole night? Such generosity. [There's another small laugh there- and as she's done, he'll recover her plate as well, returning to the kitchen to start doing the minimal dishes, packing away the small amount left. Might as well get it out of the way while it's still easy to do.]
I suppose if that's the case, I can't be expected to refuse.