[... Oh. This is kind of, hm. Weird. Connor shifts, vaguely feeling A Thing.]
In that case— Yes. Time is a precious resource, better put to use in other pursuits. If the others cannot focus on what truly matters by themselves, they'll have to be taught how to do so.
It's nothing you weren't already planning on doing. Just...if you make sure that poetry continues to have no means of creation for the duration of the competition, I'd be incredible grateful.
[Disorder gives a delighted squeal of girlish joy and throws her arms around his neck affectionately, giving him a quick hug before she steps back, returning to him his personal space once more.]
Great! You're the best. Let me know when you think of what you want, and you'll get your reward for keeping things friendly.
[The fact that it's short and sweet is Good, but Connor's going to be awkward for however long it lasts and then some once it's over. Cue him fussing with his tie and suit, more of a nervous tic at this point than anything else.]
It's my pleasure. [Said more calmly than his fussing would indicate.] What offerings are you most partial to? It would be remiss of me to come empty handed if I were to reach out to you in the future.
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In that case— Yes. Time is a precious resource, better put to use in other pursuits. If the others cannot focus on what truly matters by themselves, they'll have to be taught how to do so.
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[Thankfully she stops getting all up in his space, at least for now, and clasps her hands together.]
So, I wanted to sweeten the pot a little bit for you. Do me a favor, and you'll get something in return.
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And what would that favor be?
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I concur... You can count on me to put an end to this disrespect.
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Great! You're the best. Let me know when you think of what you want, and you'll get your reward for keeping things friendly.
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It's my pleasure. [Said more calmly than his fussing would indicate.] What offerings are you most partial to? It would be remiss of me to come empty handed if I were to reach out to you in the future.
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[But Disorder pauses, seeming to realize how that sounds and how Connor might take it, and changes her mind.]
Anything you think would look nice on me, but not anything from Sincerity's room. I don't take hand-me-downs.