#prooxiism

dracaene tilted her head to the side as she stood with her arms crossed, not necessarily bothered but more so curious as to how things ended up the way they turned out to be. before her was a solidary cell she had customized herself to contain only one (1) man - the lone outer ring champion himself, lighter lorenz.

for the meantime, he wasn't going detained before he did something wrong ; it was moreso that she wanted to catch up on what he's been doing since their last interaction, just to make sure he is behaving as he said he would . . . or did he ever actually promised that?

" i've even taken into consideration your desire for speed. "

she pulled out a piece of paper seemingly out of nowhere and showed it to the man behind bars, making sure he could get a good look at it.

" i rearranged a motorcycle for you that can not only remain on ground but can also fly. i figured it might be better in the long run, so you won't end up falling to your death . . . unless, of course, that was the goal. "

she cleared her throat.

" but if i see you break the law from the kindness of my hear, i will have to confiscate it and seal you away behind bars for . . . hmm . . . perhaps a year. "

( dracaene to lighter teehee )

Where was the punchline.

The Joke?

He's never been the deepest believer when it comes to elements like karma. However, it gets to a point where the nonsensical tangoes with probability, bubbling, brewing and inevitably leading to yet another visit with the Triplicate Void Hunter. A fragment that finds itself entrenched in the mires of curiosity, who manage to weave together speech away into the more underground brand of insulting possible. A sudden breath finds itself taken in.

Apt. Steady. Iron bars hotels were nothing new at a point, whether in the Pits or a few unlucky cases with New Eridu's law enforcement.

This? On the other hand? He can smell the fresh tinge of sterilization that coated over the materials within here. How he found himself arrested without a word, bypassing natural law with ultimate order.

"Do you..." He begins, disbelief caking his mouth with doubt before trying again.

Oh the look that burned in his irises at this moment. For once, the Champion is often caught in those uncertain pinches. "If I hadn't known any better, for a flickering moment you've gained the spirit of a Ringer with countless Dennys at hand for this operation."

What does Dracenae offer in response? Amusement. It simmered within her disposition, carefully filed with professionalism, yet the natural pick up of their earlier talks revealed it all. It led to Lighter leaning his arm upon the bars, allowing his shadow to balance upon her with the ritzy lighting above. At the very least, she didn't leave this place dingy for riff raff like him.

However, what he finds is that there's a current that takes higher priority in her mind. 'Fun' felt nebulous, who in the hell took people behind bars, and then begin a casual conversation for the love of the game!?

Still. That doesn't change the morbid intrigue in how those semi-threats, jibs and jabs, and overall 'casual' as can be conversation led to a mysterious allure that worked at her scientific brand. Lighter's eyes fell upon the schematics, finely tuned, it was the sort that Piper Wheel could actually whistle at with appreciation if they were jailed together. Despite the retorts that season his tongue, he'd be a fool donning the Scarf if there wasn't recognition in what she delivered.

Until she made the possibility that killing himself might've been some halfbaked attempt in his dreams of high speed upon the skies.

That did it. He laughed, it was spontaneous, hacked clean from his lungs and quickly diffused even as morbid amusement bubbled bright.

That was dreary and he couldn't help but approve.

"Don't like a wild scarf, spikes or a more seasoned disposition fool you. I enjoy a life like mine to be long and contrary to your favorite video." Burnice! Burnice! Burnice! "My long tailored dreams aren't to just find the nearest explosion to flambee myself inside of. No storm cloud wishes of being swept into a dust tornado either.. Shoot, Sunbringer. You've actually thought this out."

How was he supposed to feel about this again? This was a partial Void Hunter who had her feelings about Ringers.

Her next conditional shattered any hope of current companionship.

"??? Excuse me? You're saying that like some old jaywalking law gets snapped like a tag, a literal year in here!? Mint the fine detials a bit better than that!"