"Women in general are usually fickle," the platinum blonde midlander spoke as she leaned back in her chair, "the promiscuous ones moreso than the rest."
"Pfft. Now yer just tellin' lies," Val replied as he eyed across the table to her. Faye looked absolutely dumbstruck by Val's response, as if someone were trying to inform her that grass wasn't actually green or that aether never existed in the first place.
"It's a universal truth," she replied incredulously.
"A'nope. Ya ain' fickle."
"I was fickle. Then I found what I wanted and had no more need to be." She wasn't about to willingly lose this argument, but then again she never was very willing. The problem was that neither was Val.
"Chocoshit. I was yer first."
"Precisely. I was too fickle to settle on anyone else."
Val looked absolutely baffled. ..Did she actually know what fickle meant? The third in their company, poor Worren, was left to just stare at the two as they 'debated' back and forth to one another.
"What?" Faye continued, "You heard me. It made perfect sense."
"Idunno 'bout all that perfect sense stuff. How many people ya been wi' before me, eh? I'm pretty sure ya bl---er. Yer just talkin' shit."
Faye's eyes went wide. Was he about to say what she thought he was? "Manners!" she reprimanded aloud, "What on earth are you talking about? I haven't been with anyone else, though this is hardly the time or place for such a conversation."
"What'm I talkin' 'bout? What're YOU talkin' 'bout!" the Seeker called back to her, "I know ya ain' been wi' no one else an' I ain' sayin' ya was! S'why ya ain' fickle an' I was!"
Faye's eyes alit with sudden understanding, "I'm not entirely certain you have an accurate idea of what 'fickle' means."
..What if he didn't? For a split second, absolute horror stretched across the man's features. Then, he sat up from his previously slouched position in the chair and leaned forward, narrowing his eyes in a challenging manner at the woman next to him, "..Oh yeah? Well maybe YOU don't know what fickle means!"
She couldn't believe what she was hearing. Faye stared back at Val for some time, long and hard, before leaning toward him and narrowing her own eyes in return, "Val... fickle means picky. Inconsistent. You change your mind a lot."
Val comically narrowed his eyes even further, now barely able to see her with his mismatched eyes through the small slits provided by his lids, "Nah. Fickle is one'f those weird Elezen words fer fuckin' alotta people an' y'didn't fuck no one but me so ya ain' fickle."
The lady responded in kind, leaning further with her eyes narrowing even more in a comical fashion, not unlike his own. "Val," she began, "When was the last time you've consulted a dictionary?"
He leaned the rest of the way, the tips of their noses touching so that he could simply state, "Th'fuck's a dictionary?"
Faye leaned back in her chair, arms smugly crossing over her chest as if the question itself confirmed her victory. Val mimicked the gesture. The fact that she had been the first to lean away from him thoroughly proved his victory, right? The two continued to sit and stare at each other in silence for some time, leaving the absolutely baffled Worren to continue to observe in silence. He would observe no more.
"Fuck this," he called out as he stood from their shared table, "If this is what marriage is like, I'm glad I'm single." He promptly left the two to their own devices, which mostly consisted of Faye sticking her tongue out at Val and he returning quips in the same childish manner he always had.
"Pfft. Now yer just tellin' lies," Val replied as he eyed across the table to her. Faye looked absolutely dumbstruck by Val's response, as if someone were trying to inform her that grass wasn't actually green or that aether never existed in the first place.
"It's a universal truth," she replied incredulously.
"A'nope. Ya ain' fickle."
"I was fickle. Then I found what I wanted and had no more need to be." She wasn't about to willingly lose this argument, but then again she never was very willing. The problem was that neither was Val.
"Chocoshit. I was yer first."
"Precisely. I was too fickle to settle on anyone else."
Val looked absolutely baffled. ..Did she actually know what fickle meant? The third in their company, poor Worren, was left to just stare at the two as they 'debated' back and forth to one another.
"What?" Faye continued, "You heard me. It made perfect sense."
"Idunno 'bout all that perfect sense stuff. How many people ya been wi' before me, eh? I'm pretty sure ya bl---er. Yer just talkin' shit."
Faye's eyes went wide. Was he about to say what she thought he was? "Manners!" she reprimanded aloud, "What on earth are you talking about? I haven't been with anyone else, though this is hardly the time or place for such a conversation."
"What'm I talkin' 'bout? What're YOU talkin' 'bout!" the Seeker called back to her, "I know ya ain' been wi' no one else an' I ain' sayin' ya was! S'why ya ain' fickle an' I was!"
Faye's eyes alit with sudden understanding, "I'm not entirely certain you have an accurate idea of what 'fickle' means."
..What if he didn't? For a split second, absolute horror stretched across the man's features. Then, he sat up from his previously slouched position in the chair and leaned forward, narrowing his eyes in a challenging manner at the woman next to him, "..Oh yeah? Well maybe YOU don't know what fickle means!"
She couldn't believe what she was hearing. Faye stared back at Val for some time, long and hard, before leaning toward him and narrowing her own eyes in return, "Val... fickle means picky. Inconsistent. You change your mind a lot."
Val comically narrowed his eyes even further, now barely able to see her with his mismatched eyes through the small slits provided by his lids, "Nah. Fickle is one'f those weird Elezen words fer fuckin' alotta people an' y'didn't fuck no one but me so ya ain' fickle."
The lady responded in kind, leaning further with her eyes narrowing even more in a comical fashion, not unlike his own. "Val," she began, "When was the last time you've consulted a dictionary?"
He leaned the rest of the way, the tips of their noses touching so that he could simply state, "Th'fuck's a dictionary?"
Faye leaned back in her chair, arms smugly crossing over her chest as if the question itself confirmed her victory. Val mimicked the gesture. The fact that she had been the first to lean away from him thoroughly proved his victory, right? The two continued to sit and stare at each other in silence for some time, leaving the absolutely baffled Worren to continue to observe in silence. He would observe no more.
"Fuck this," he called out as he stood from their shared table, "If this is what marriage is like, I'm glad I'm single." He promptly left the two to their own devices, which mostly consisted of Faye sticking her tongue out at Val and he returning quips in the same childish manner he always had.
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