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[tigerpoet]

[It's Atsushi! Without his glasses, and with his hair pushed back, and looking 95% more grumpy than anyone has seen the 'usual' Atsushi, but it's definitely him.]

My other half told me that I need to make more friends. [Speech patterns are definitely Inner's, but it may come as a shock to anyone who hasn't met him yet.] I don't care, but if it'll satisfy him I'll ask.

People willing to be sparring partners preferred. No one too noisy or annoying. If the other Atsushis don't like you then I hate you already, so don't bother replying.

[This is how you friendship, right?]

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[tigerpoet]

No.

[An answer to both the question and whether he's going to pay for the suit.]

That suit was ugly anyway. I'm doing you a favor.

[Can he piss Valmont off enough to make him lower his guard?]

[whitehairedprettyboy]

[ Valmont's entire body stiffens at the remark. Damaging his suit is quite bad enough, but then for a man who wouldn't know high fashion if it stabbed him in the shoulder to insult it as well - ! ]

Ugly?! You're one to talk, you - you -

[ Let's be real, of course he can. The majority of Valmont's brainpower is currently allocated to finding an epithet strong enough to hurl at Atsushi and his subpar fashion sense, which means he might not be quite as focused on what's in front of him as he needs to be. Now might be a good time to strike. ]

[tigerpoet]

[Atsushi goes for it with a flurry of slashes that should back Valmont into a wall, followed by Atsushi's sword just under Valmont's chin.

He tilts it up, even though he doesn't really have to to make eye contact.]

Surrender.

[whitehairedprettyboy]

[ Damn - Valmont tries to parry the barrage, but the other man's too fast for him, and there he is, cornered. The chin-tilt is just humiliating, especially from someone shorter than him, and he glares down the sword at Atsushi. ]

Or what? You'll read your books at me?

[ He's pretty sure Atsushi wouldn't actually kill him, if it came down to it. ...Pretty sure. ]

[tigerpoet]

[Outer would be upset if he actually killed anyone, so no, he's not going to do that. But he applies a bit more pressure, to draw a bead of blood at the sword's tip.]

If you consider that a threat, you really aren't cultured at all.

[whitehairedprettyboy]

[ Ow, that's blood, he's bleeding. Again. Valmont tries to inch his head back, flattening himself against the wall as best he's able. ]

Prove it, then. Surely you have a copy or two lying around.

[tigerpoet]

I have better things to do with my time than waste it on you.

[Yes, he does have some books around, but if Valmont wanted somebody to read to him he's talking to the wrong Atsushi.]

Yield.

[whitehairedprettyboy]

[ Valmont growls, but the sword's point is still pressing rather painfully into his chin, and he doesn't have all that many options. He can't get a hit in at this distance, and while he's still fairly sure Atsushi won't kill him, he's not at all confident that he won't cut up more of his face if provoked. And he needs that face. He uses it to look pretty. ]

Fine. You win, this time. Now put your blasted sword away before you do any more damage!

[tigerpoet]

[Atsushi lowers his sword, which abruptly turns into a book in his hand. That's weird.]

You're dismissed.

[whitehairedprettyboy]

[ Well, you know what? If he can have a cane that turns into a sword, he supposes it's only fair for someone else to have a book that turns into a sword. ...Somehow. ]

Tell your "other half" I'll be speaking with him shortly.

[ And so saying, Valmont gathers up the bottom part of his cane and beats it out of there. He's going to have Words with his preferred version of Atsushi, and they're going to mostly consist of "other you sucks."*

(* "and also can I borrow one of your books now I'm curious") ]