Inquire In Darkness

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“I’m not that easily bothered, no.” 

He was - though as he spoke the words his expression smoothed, no sign of the mentioned annoyance pressing his features, creasing his brow - he refused to bend. If this cloaked being insisted on testing his patience, then Dark would find himself having the patience of a saint. 

            ( How ironic. )

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A low hum, calm, despite how the space seemed to shift, curling in on itself, darkness caressing the duo as auras flickered, dancing to light what was doused in shadows, crimson peering through as the cloaked form explained their… Predicament. 

He loathed it - hearing one of his lovelies was in such a situation bought a warm fury to his chest, a snarl to his lip as red lashed from his form. 

( Only those pathetic and worthy of death targeted people who didn’t deserve it )

“Exacts depend on the situation.” He couldn’t give specific advice without knowing what type of people, and the reason they were so… displeased, however general advice… 

Oxfords and the legs of his chair, duel sounds muffled against the shadowed floor of off faux office space, he stood, striding over with a soft ‘tsk’. This was hardly the first time he had provided lessons. 

“Stand up straight, posture is everything - the first step to intimidation is confidence. You don’t have to feel it if you can act it. Don’t curl in on yourself, cower; fill the space you’re in, command it with your presence.” 

Pointed taps with a cane, materialized from shadows, to the cloaked form’s back and arms as he spoke, taking only a slight breath before continuing. 

“Depending on your build, hands on your hips can help assert dominance as well - the main thing you need to aim for is keeping your arms away from your body. A closed stance is defensive, and says they have the upper hand. If you cross your arms, do so high - ”

A soft tap to the anonymous figure’s chest.

“ - on your chest, and tightly. Don’t move out of their way, or concede to their presence - ”

Words were punctuated by the sweep of the arm not holding the cane, a snarl curling his lip at the thought. 

“Such actions are submissive in nature - if anything dismiss their presence, unless you fear that could bring violence you’re incapable of handling. 

Avoid fidgeting, and other signs of nerves. Avoid acting friendly - if you want to appear threatening, snarls and scowls should be perfected - if they can’t be, aim for a neutral expression instead. Don’t stumble, or falter. Confidence in your stride, until the moment you leave their presence.” 

Pacing a circle around the form, the soft taps of the cane finally ceased, brow arching as he gazed at the other, musing over if there was anything he had left out. 

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An arched brow, a bitter chuckle on the tip of his tongue, passed by a sharp ‘tsk’ as monochrome fingers raked gently through the fur of his lounging feline, petting behind an ear as crimson gazed through the dim light. 

“Who said that everything I drink is wine, lovely.” 

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A ‘tsk’ that echoed through the space, eyes narrowing slightly as his gaze found the wine that appeared from shadows between his fingers, a sip taken ( nerves smoothed, refusal to snap ) before he bothered gracing the other with a response. 

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I actually just saw that a few minutes ago! Team XKit are angels, ngl - thanks for making sure I knew! 

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Crimson trained on the other, right eye twitching as crimson lashed out from his form, a fury laced dance through the darkness of the space. It was hardly the most detrimental thing that had happened, however the annoyance of it’s ever - pervasive nature was growing… 

Scraping faint as he stood, chair shoved back almost violently, leaving room for Dia to scamper under the desk, safe from the offending insects, ignoring his father’s anger as Dark stepped around, eyes narrowing. 

      “It is almost as if you have a sort of death wish, lovely.” 

His voice echoed through the room, a sharp ringing piercing through the air as shadows curled, nearly devouring the only exit from the space. 

          “Leave.” 

              This was hardly a murder-able offence. 

                       He was simply…