"Hmm... should we add a clause about physically wounding him, Floyd?"
"No, Azul can take care of himself on that regard. He might even like it."
[He says with a teasing grin, before his attention drifts towards the glass and very suddenly shouts loudly, accompanied by a foot kicked against the glass--]
"Hey Azul, what do you think? Would you say that you're a masochist, or a sadist?"
[And that's when it seems the subject of the contract jolts, attention snapped away from what they were looking at as they turn to look at their audience. Their gaze snaps to Floyd first, irritated at being bothered by whatever nonsense their cohort is suddenly wanting his attention for... but then he realizes that there's a third person here, and his gaze falls onto Evangeline.
There's a long pause of staring in alarm... and then quite suddenly, there's a huge cloud of black ink that billows up around him, and when it clears, a glimpse of Azul can be seen running--or well, swimming--away to hide.]
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"No, Azul can take care of himself on that regard. He might even like it."
[He says with a teasing grin, before his attention drifts towards the glass and very suddenly shouts loudly, accompanied by a foot kicked against the glass--]
"Hey Azul, what do you think? Would you say that you're a masochist, or a sadist?"
[And that's when it seems the subject of the contract jolts, attention snapped away from what they were looking at as they turn to look at their audience. Their gaze snaps to Floyd first, irritated at being bothered by whatever nonsense their cohort is suddenly wanting his attention for... but then he realizes that there's a third person here, and his gaze falls onto Evangeline.
There's a long pause of staring in alarm... and then quite suddenly, there's a huge cloud of black ink that billows up around him, and when it clears, a glimpse of Azul can be seen running--or well, swimming--away to hide.]