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[Yep, just like Fynn thought. He totally regrets ever calling this brat. Give him a minute to rein back the anger here. He can't stand that tsun and broody nonsense. Just makes his ass itch.]

...Right. In any case, thank you nonetheless. Togusa and Ardyn needed your help and you did well.

[This is a distinctly weird conversation and Dante really doesn't like it too much.]

I don't need your validation--

[Dante. He's thanking you. Dante shuts himself up, running a hand through his hair, then sighs.]

You're welcome. You're not the only one that cares, you know; I'm not about to let him be an idiot and get himself killed.

But... thanks.

Edited ("apologizing?" wth self??) 2017-07-06 01:46 (UTC)

[He really was about to hang up on Dante when he started with that whole "I don't need your validation--" bit. However, by the grace of whatever benevolent deity, Fynn stays on the line long enough to hesr the following.]

Good, cause not even I can keep an eye on Ardyn all the time. [He chuckles slightly. As much as Ardyn claims that Fynn is a handful, it's actually the other way around.] If he gets another of those hair brain schemes, make sure he doesn't end up dead. Okay? Not an order or anything just...a mild request.

[He's smiling somewhat now despite walking on metaphoric eggshells here.]

How about I make you a deal?

[Those metaphoric eggshells go both ways. But honestly, Fynn's request is something he'd do anyways, so it's not like he's going to lose out if Fynn decides to get all pissy and refuse him here.]

I'll keep my eye on the prof, and you keep one of yours on Prompto, if you can. He's just as bad.

[Ignoring entirely that as of late, he's been one of the common factors in some of those bad decisions...]

A deal? [For the love of it all, what the hell is Dante doing? Fynn bites his tongue and forces himself to just listen for once. He has a bad habit of just reacting first and listening later.] Oh, Prompto?

[Dante seems to won his attention with that.]

Yeah, sure. I don't mind looking out for our friendly neighborhood photographer. He's a nice guy.

[A pause.]

I had no idea you knew him.

Yeah, we met back when all this started going down. [And Fynn might notice now that almost all of the tones that make Dante such a cocky little shit have gone out of his voice. It seems he's being sincere, for once.]

And by this point, he's my brother. [By blood, even.] So I wanna make sure he's safe, too.

[It's that sincerity that makes him smile some. Finally, he's starting to understand this brat.]

Then you and I have a deal. I'll keep your bro safe and I you keep mine safe. Deal?

[Fynn chuckles quietly to himself as he leans against the cushions on the sofa. He's over at Ardyn's place now about to fix up some food but he's tempted to make something nice for Ardyn and him.]

Too bad we can't shake on this over pizza or something.

Edited 2017-07-06 04:23 (UTC)

[Dante doesn't even have to think twice.]

Deal.

[But a moment later, he's snorting, shaking his head. What, are they supposed to shake and sit down and share a pizza and pretend none of this bad blood between them ever existed? Yeah, right.]

Change it to drinks and you've got it.

[...what? He's got a fake.]

Eh? But aren't you only---[He scoffs a little. Does this shithead really think an officer of the law is going to let an underaged kid drink? Well, he sorta did with Prompto but that's besides the point.]

No drinks. We have a deal but the drinks are off the table!

Edited 2017-07-06 05:28 (UTC)

[Whoops, he's laughing. Hey, Gabranth let him get away with underaged drinking, how's he supposed to know who will or won't? Admittedly the reason Gabranth let him get away with it is because it was the middle of the night and Retrospec had misfired the drunken texts his way, but...]

Hey, can't blame a guy for trying. Fine, no drinks.

[What?! Gabranth did? Don't let Fynn hear that! He won't let the detective hear the end of it.]

Nah, I can't blame you. Though, what the heck you know about alcohol? Let me guess, you like the cosmopolitan drinks?

You do realize that cosmos are around 20% alcohol, right? Beers are closer to 6%.

I don't do fancy frou-frou drinks like that. I like gin, vodka, brennivín sometimes, though it can be hard to find. And even if they are weak, a decent beer is always good.

[He's... had a lot of experience...]

...Did I just get served by an underaged drinker?! Cause if so, I'm hanging up my drinking hat for awhile.

[Excuse him as he licks his wounded pride for a min.]

Wait, who the hell is supplying your booze--ya know what? Never mind. It's none of my business off the clock.

[He laughs quietly at this booze hound on the other end.]

At least you like the good stuff.

Don't worry, you wouldn't be the first. [Wait, is that actually a teasing tone of voice? A change!] Besides, the drinking age in Europe is 18.

[Not that he's actually been back to Europe since he turned 18... but that's not the point here, is it? Tone a little drier, he continues:]

But I'm glad my taste in drinks meets with your approval.

Is it really? What does that have to do with you being in America though? When in Rome, do what the romans do!

[He's smirking just a little on the other end now. Seems that Fynn is oddly amused with this change in the brat's tone. It's honestly a stark difference from earlier but he's grateful for it.]

Yeah, yeah! I can feel the sarcasm from here. Though, I never really tried brennivin. So, you "one upped" me on that.

Edited 2017-07-07 02:10 (UTC)

Just pointing out that not all of my drinking's been underaged. [Shut up yes it has been.] That's all.

Supposedly it was my gramps' favorite; my old man brought me a bottle when I graduated. It's a special occasion kind of drink.

[That particular bottle hasn't been touched outside of the three shots taken from it that night.]

That's one heck of a graduation gift. [He says with some sincerity in his tone.] All I had growing up was wine or champagne on occasion if my parents allowed it.

Mom & dad were quite strict.

Yeah, I've heard. [To an extent. Ardyn's never gone into detail about it, but he's said enough about understanding Dante's own upbringing that it's easy to make a couple deductions.] The prof doesn't really talk about what it was like growing up with them, though. Too busy being dramatic and giving me lectures.

[There's no venom to his words. The prof is dramatic and keeps threatening him with lectures. It's just a part of who he is.]

Sounds like my brother.

[Fynn let's out a quiet sigh. It's kind of a damn shame that Ardyn hates their parents so much. Some of the best memories Fynn has happens to be from their childhood together but as of late, these new "memories" started to jumble some of those happier memories. It's really a shame. Fynn still doesn't know what to think about any of this but he doesn't like it much.]

Ardyn always been a tad 'dramatic', if you ask me. He has the flair of a thespian or whatever it's called. He knows how to tell a story or in your case, how to tell lecture someone.

[Trust him, Fynn knows what it's like to be lectured by that sardonic voice over and over again. It happens far more often than he likes.]

Any tips for getting him to shut up? I've managed it once but it seems pretty tough to do on a regular basis.

[And by "shut up" he means how to win an argument against Ardyn... the man seems to have an almost unreal ability to wiggle out of any battle of wits with his flippant air and sardonic remarks!]

Tips, huh?

[Fynn stews on this for awhile. he knows his brother better than anyone but how to put this into words? Hmm....]

You have to know all your bases and facts forward and backwards. The sentient hat fiend will use all of his charm to make you seem like an idiot.

I've noticed that. I think it's his plan to get me to do extra work outside of class, with all the reading it's led to.

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