I can't tell if that's a dig at my physique or not...
[Well, whatever. Weird joke or not, Ardyn was almost certainly right. He hunted demons or whatever for a living; on the other hand, any way you looked at Aqua, he was a beautiful teenage linguine noodle.
He sighed.]
Fine.
[Before he moved, though, Aqua closed his eyes. He imagined, for just a moment, what it would be like to stand armed like this in the hall on that day, just as his mother reached to open the door.
Then, with a sudden change of expression, he rushed Ardyn again, slashing horizontally with twelve years of pent-up rage and grief behind the wooden blade.]
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[Well, whatever. Weird joke or not, Ardyn was almost certainly right. He hunted demons or whatever for a living; on the other hand, any way you looked at Aqua, he was a beautiful teenage linguine noodle.
He sighed.]
Fine.
[Before he moved, though, Aqua closed his eyes. He imagined, for just a moment, what it would be like to stand armed like this in the hall on that day, just as his mother reached to open the door.
Then, with a sudden change of expression, he rushed Ardyn again, slashing horizontally with twelve years of pent-up rage and grief behind the wooden blade.]