[ Whisper ] - The sender leans in, whispering something for the receiver’s ears only.
Like a bloodhound sniffs out prey, a troublemaker sniffs out other troublemakers. She had seen the way he chased after that girl and while she had no interest in whatever the context was there, the fact he did it at all told her all she needed to know.
Marni leans in close, not having learned her lesson from last time, and whispers, "Hey, you see the tall guy with red hair with a streak in it? Wearing a big ol' coat? Looks like he hasn't slept in a week?"
This time, at least, her eyes sweep around to check he isn't watching. Unlike Griss, Diamant probably doesn't know she's here... probably. She hopes he doesn't. It'll be a lot harder to do this if he does.
"I need to get his shirt off for a dare. Wanna help me?" She flashes her crystal pendant like a bribe. "You can have this if you can get at least one layer off him!"
His gods have surely forsaken him.
"... I see him, yes."
The proof is in the short creature standing before him, trying to bribe him to do... what, exactly?
Undress a fellow member of faculty??
"Isn't he a foreign king or something..." Not that status has ever excluded Azama from heckling someone, and yet...
Hm. . .
On a normal day, Azama would still prefer his head attached to his shoulders, if at all possible.
He considers a moment longer, eyeing his distorted reflection in that crystal brooch of hers.
Nothing about today has felt normal.
Azama flashes Marni a small smile, matching in her mischief.
"Sure. I'll give it a whirl. Though... I would have preferred to help you with the bald guy, if we're being honest."
And with a 'wink,' off he goes.
