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[weaseled]

Are you speaking from experience?

[tablescraps]

In a few different ways.

( So, yes. )

[weaseled]

You're such a pain in the ass.

[Translation: I worry a lot about you.]

Don't tell me you've got cancer and making it into this beta was your make-a-wish.

[tablescraps]

( player gripping yael from behind the fourth wall )

We're talking about you right now.

( Considering Mithrun's normally pretty forthcoming, the cageiness is certainly intentional. )

[weaseled]

Oh? So we're playing games now?

Answer my question and I'll answer yours... if I feel like it.

[please, he needs to KNOW,]

[tablescraps]

Have you hit level cap yet?

Fight me in an arena. Loser answers.

[weaseled]

Didn't I tell you to leave me alone?

[He did, but that hasn't stopped him from engaging Mithrun anyway. That wasn't a no, either, but the only question now is if a bit of pushback is enough to get Mithrun to back down.]

[tablescraps]

All right. If you're fine with not knowing.

[weaseled]

[Yael's answer practically flies from his fingertips: You know I'm not. Just as quickly, his fingers erase the message.]

Fine. Someone needs to put you in your place, right?

Name a time. I'll be there.

[tablescraps]

Sure, if you can.

The day of the next event, when it goes live. I'll wait at [PvP arena in Lumina Cloth] for you.

I won't die before then, so don't get too impatient. See you.

[weaseled]

If you break your word, I'll kill you myself.

[people die if they are killed, etc]

See you.