[voice]; un: TheChancellor

[profanation]

[ The words are spoken with a lingering, loving attention. Every syllable is caressed by the tongue and lips before being allowed out. There's even a slight pause between words that makes the sentence measured and slow, like someone reading a line from an erotic novel. ]

You are now aware of your tongue.

Comments

[fafa]

Are they?

[ What an odd way to open the conversation, if that is the case. ]

Probably not. They'd have better luck with people interested in being governed.

[profanation]

No, I'm only pretending to work for them. [ Ardyn gave a small huff of amusement. ] It's part of my careful revolution that I've mentioned to others. You've sussed me out!

[fafa]

Of course I did.

[ Ha, ha. ]

What should people revolt against here, anyway?

[profanation]

[ Ardyn mutters something just loud enough to hear, but not precisely clearly. Something like 'these types of response', or something close. ]

Oh, this and that, [ Is what he actually answers with, smiling. ] You know how it is.

[fafa]

[ And Ardyn gets a laugh at that. ]

Considering that it's been a while since I've been a subject, and those under my responsibility are more prone to try to come up with gifts than revolutions, you can assume that... I rather don't know how it is.

[profanation]

I have a little trick that might help you, in that case!

[fafa]

Is that so?

[profanation]

Yes. Here it is:

[ Ardyn made a great show of clearing throat.

He left a little space between it and the words, too, to really hone the gravity. ]

Use your imagination!