The only thing that kept the young Hyur girl from whirling around in fury was the fact she was too exhausted to bother. She still found his remark to be agitating and rude despite the hypocritical matter she had done it to him first, but she simply clenched her teeth and ignored his presence. Her actions likely did not make sense to others, but she understood what she was looking for here. It was not doing her any good being like she was, but she had gotten to the point to where every single flirt agitated her strained nerves and the girl was simply exhausted of it. It was odd that she should hate receiving compliments, she could admit that to herself, but everything seemed to have "implications" to it right now.
“Ahh…So that’s why you reject me; he’s taken your heart has he not? Alas—†Darius began to say.
“Oh, just stuff it. What is it you keep bothering me for?†she said, trying to hold back from putting in any stinging words.
“Hah! Then he’s even more the rival of-†Did nothing stop this guy from running on? He must assume he is safe being so far away from a candle.
“Seriously, just cut the charades and spit it out already.â€
“Whoa, feisty are we? Ahem, would you like to purchase one of my special beauty elixirs.â€
“Are you saying I’m not beautiful then?†There. That should throw him off balance for a while.
“You are more radiant than-â€
“Darius Fallstone, the Duke requests your presence for a matter of importance,†said a voice from someone previously unnoticed beside her. She jolted her head to the side in surprise to see the Duke’s servant girl standing there. She was a bit unnerved by how silent and emotionless the Miqo’te managed to be; it was sort of inhuman. All the other servants actually visibly responded to statements, she even acted like a brick wall when she spoke.
As the initial shock faded away, her mind turned to something else: what in Eorzea could even the Duke want with this nitwit? The thought almost brought a smile to her face even though her developing headache was beginning to pain her.
“Ah, yes. I shall follow immediately,†Darius said in formality and began following the servant back to the Duke.
She had to give a bit of mental thanks to the Duke and the servant, regardless if they had meant to drive Darius away from her or not.
“You know what, Miss Makeo? I think I shall accept your challenge regardless of the terms; it shall be quite enjoyable to fight against the unbalance in this situation. I must warn though, the performances are due to start soon and as result it may take me all night to get back to you with my results,†the Duke Rhett replied with his charming smile, quickly glancing over to see A’ih ironically bringing Darius back from the same bar where Miss Makeo had been.
He had a reason for calling Darius up: he may be incompetent and a terribly business-minded, but he also had a special talent for being a rumormonger. The rumors were not always reliable, but Mr. Fallstone had managed to work his way into the toughest of secrets and his skill at rapid collection came in handy sometimes. He could likely come up with something that would help him in this challenge. It was not cheating, technically; Darius was just another guest at the ball.
"...And, Miss Mewrilah, I understand exactly what you mean. My profits are not nearly enough to purchase all I should ever want or need either; just enough to give an accurate impression of such a situation," he jested, his smile growing to a sly grin.
“Ahh…So that’s why you reject me; he’s taken your heart has he not? Alas—†Darius began to say.
“Oh, just stuff it. What is it you keep bothering me for?†she said, trying to hold back from putting in any stinging words.
“Hah! Then he’s even more the rival of-†Did nothing stop this guy from running on? He must assume he is safe being so far away from a candle.
“Seriously, just cut the charades and spit it out already.â€
“Whoa, feisty are we? Ahem, would you like to purchase one of my special beauty elixirs.â€
“Are you saying I’m not beautiful then?†There. That should throw him off balance for a while.
“You are more radiant than-â€
“Darius Fallstone, the Duke requests your presence for a matter of importance,†said a voice from someone previously unnoticed beside her. She jolted her head to the side in surprise to see the Duke’s servant girl standing there. She was a bit unnerved by how silent and emotionless the Miqo’te managed to be; it was sort of inhuman. All the other servants actually visibly responded to statements, she even acted like a brick wall when she spoke.
As the initial shock faded away, her mind turned to something else: what in Eorzea could even the Duke want with this nitwit? The thought almost brought a smile to her face even though her developing headache was beginning to pain her.
“Ah, yes. I shall follow immediately,†Darius said in formality and began following the servant back to the Duke.
She had to give a bit of mental thanks to the Duke and the servant, regardless if they had meant to drive Darius away from her or not.
~*~*~
“You know what, Miss Makeo? I think I shall accept your challenge regardless of the terms; it shall be quite enjoyable to fight against the unbalance in this situation. I must warn though, the performances are due to start soon and as result it may take me all night to get back to you with my results,†the Duke Rhett replied with his charming smile, quickly glancing over to see A’ih ironically bringing Darius back from the same bar where Miss Makeo had been.
He had a reason for calling Darius up: he may be incompetent and a terribly business-minded, but he also had a special talent for being a rumormonger. The rumors were not always reliable, but Mr. Fallstone had managed to work his way into the toughest of secrets and his skill at rapid collection came in handy sometimes. He could likely come up with something that would help him in this challenge. It was not cheating, technically; Darius was just another guest at the ball.
"...And, Miss Mewrilah, I understand exactly what you mean. My profits are not nearly enough to purchase all I should ever want or need either; just enough to give an accurate impression of such a situation," he jested, his smile growing to a sly grin.
