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[Why are messenger pigeons a thing why]

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[umbredna]

Eizen, if anyone knows how annoying the chew toy is, it's me. But he's still pretty useful.

[cursedmate]

Exactly. He's useful to you. The only things I need are my two fists.

[umbredna]

When I see proof of you casting a decent healing arte, I'll believe that.

[cursedmate]

There'll be no need for healing if they can't even graze me. [Flawless logic.]

[umbredna]

And now that you said that, you're going to come back bruised and battered to hell and back. Take Zaveid with you, he can cast a healing arte or two.

[cursedmate]

[Egghhhh...]

Zaveid doesn't need to get pulled down by the weight of my problems. [says the guy who has pulled down plenty of willing people with his curse already. The hypocrisy is strong with this one.]

[umbredna]

[....huh. Eizen only gets this hypocritical when he cares for people. Progress?

Regardless, Edna just flashes "HYPOCRITE" in big neon pink letters at her brother.]

[cursedmate]

[WOW.]

Alright, alright. I'll ask him.

[umbredna]

I love you, brother, but I'm not letting you ignore that part of yourself anymore.

[cursedmate]

I'm not ignoring anything.

[umbredna]

If that helps you sleep at night.

[cursedmate]

It does. I sleep like a rock. [Hah. Earth malak joke.]

[umbredna]

I think humans call that a "dad joke", Eizen.

[cursedmate]

A "dad" joke?

[Having hung around mostly with pirates, he's unfamiliar with the notion that dads excel at bad puns.]

[umbredna]

A terrible groanworthy pun that I would smack you for if I was within reach.

1/2

[cursedmate]

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2/2

[cursedmate]

Would you say that pun hit rock bottom?

[umbredna]

Keep this up and I'm going to punch you to bedrock.

[Two can play at this game!]

[cursedmate]

Oof. That's stone cold, sis.