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Please forgive me for missing your message. I'll be right with you.

The Other Me

He isn't that sorry.

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..Ah.

[Those sentences catch him off guard in a way that leaves him speechless for a moment. Hugo had said that, hadn't he. It blossomed something in his chest he dare not put a name to, warmth spreading from heart to the tips of his fingers. He longed for perfection, as close as he could get to it. And here he was, as Hugo's perfect partner.

He can't help but let out a genuine laugh. The endorphins from his run mixed with the sheer elation of what he heard have him leaning on his kneecaps, letting that small bit of laughter out before he recollects himself.]

So I am. I won't let anyone take that from me, either.

[And he couldn't help but gaze at how confident Hugo looked just now. The man who who would use the shadows as a cover evolved into one who bent them to his whim. Nothing under the celestial sky could compare to the look on his face. It takes a moment before he shakes his head to clear those thoughts.]

You are the only one who can.

[He pauses, as his legs switch to a different setting. It was a lower hum, as if airing out the vents in preparation.]

Yes, I believe that would suffice. Though, I was thinking...should we set a wager?

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[ If he were asked later, he would say the night was too dark for him to know what Lycaon's face looked like. A flimsy lie given his elven sight. There was something in the way he stood there that made Hugo wonder what was going through his mind and if it was anywhere near as erratic and excited as he was. The moment felt electric, like the moment they crossed weapons, the sky would erupt into fireworks.

The sound of a wager made him grin, the tips of his long ears lift just a touch, blond hair sliding down around his piercings.]

A wager. That would make it interesting. Very well. What do you have in mind, Lycaon? I will abide by your call within reason.

[ Adding the within reason gave him room to comment if the wager was to his liking or not. In truth, he doubted that he would disagree. Hugo was in a good mood, so he was liable to accept anything Lycaon put forth. It was also a celebration of Lycaon's hard work. It might as well earn such acclaim that even Hugo stops fighting with him for just a night. ]

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[He had a feeling Hugo would agree. They were both competitive by nature, but nothing compared to how they were with each other. The world could melt away into nothingness whenever they were fixated on each other, be it in battle or other matters.

His tail wags at Hugo's interest.]

Let me think. I am not one for vague favours at a future date. [He puts a hand to his chin, pacing. What...does he want? He could do something very basic and ask for Hugo to be his plus one at Gilgamesh's party, but he has a feeling Hugo would do that for him anyway. Information gathering was a Mockingbird staple, and maybe a not-so-small part of him hopes he would do it for moral support too.

No, what he asks for is something even simpler than that. Something that would take no effort to fulfill.]

I want one of your ear piercings.

[Something of Hugo's.]

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My earring?

[ His head merely tips with the knowledge. It was unexpected. It was such a small ask that Hugo wondered what the point in getting something like that. As much as he tried to think of an answer at that moment, nothing came to him.

Clearly the ask was personal. It was something he was wearing. A keepsake, then? Wasn't that being strangely sentimental over a simple spar? It was something that probably would have done many times over by now if that first meeting didn't go as well as it did. It was different now. Even Hugo would have to admit to that. ]

If that's the case... A lock of your fur will do if I win.

[ Yes, he remembers that a wolves fur was important to them, and it wasn't given lightly. Wasn't that the same sort of thing as asking for an earring? Besides, he already has a locket with a picture of Serena in it. Putting a lock of four away inside would completely it.

He would never say what 'it' was. Or at least not soon. ]

Satisfied?

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Correct. Any of them will do.

[He'd let Hugo make the call on which one to part with should he win. It was incredibly self-indulgent, and his tail's all but wagging at the idea of having it. He wasn't going to let that sit in a drawer (not forever, at least), either, he just had to figure out where he wanted to put it. His ears were quite the open canvas.

Maybe he was getting ahead of himself.

But he can't hide the way he blinks curiously at Hugo's request, as if he didn't just ask for something just as personal. A wolf's fur was not given lightly, certainly. And depending on where it came from held even more implications. Hugo didn't specify where he wanted it from, but Lycaon already knew it'd come from the softest, most coveted part--his tail.

His lips curl into a smile. A spar to see who would get that piece of each other first. It was all too fitting for them.]

Deal. I won't go easy on you--I fully intend to win.

[His legs seem to roar with life, as if matching his confidence. Almost like a ballerina, he shifts his feet into his 'battle ready' stance, a hunter's glint in his eye.]

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[ Any of them, huh? Hugo gives it a quick moment of thought and then nodded. With the roar of Lycaon's legs, Hugo turns to the side, sweeping one of his legs back to widen his stance. Final Notice hangs loose, his fingers away from the tab that switches it to scythe and back. ]

I would say I have an advantage at the moment, but I'll formally let you know I don't feel like I do.

[ Despite the smile and happy lilt to his voice making it seem like he was mocking him, Hugo was smarter than that. Thinking you have an advantage against a wolf at nightfall no matter what race you were just seemed like a stupid notion. They've done spars like this so many times in their lives that Hugo was more expecting to see things Lycaon picked up while they were apart.

And like a bolt out of the blue, Hugo launched himself forward. His arm swung behind him, flicking his thumb over the tab to send the briefcase transforming. Hugo uses the momentum of the change and the force to pull himself forward and spining with the blade lifted when it's wicked edge pops out and gleams in the moonlight. (14)

Even if he was not going to pull his punches, Hugo was careful as always. Althought he wouldn't hesitiate to use that thin point to slice into his opponents usually, this was a spar. He'd like for enough of Lycaon to be left to bring home.

Also, keeping Lycaon at a distance was better for his own health, too. ]

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[Lycaon breathes out through his nostrils, his eye watching closely as Hugo's legs position themselves back to get into his battle ready stance. Those slender fingers held Final Notice like it weighed nothing, and he knew that the man was going to be just as masterful about using it as he remembered.

It caused the hair on his neck to stand up, and an invisible electricity to spark from his heart to his fingers. Just this vampire's stance alone was enough to set him on edge. A true rival, if he ever had one.]

Then fight like you do anyway, because I won't hold back.

[That playful tone was met with a confident one in return. One he could only show Hugo with no one but the moon as their witness. A flash of the Lycaon that lay buried under that gentleman suit of armor he adorned.

Hugo's the first to move, and for a moment, he almost loses track of him. He could blend into shadows themselves, and he relied on his own wolf vision and the moonlight to keep track of him. It's not until that Final Notice makes its grand entrance, blue edge gleaming in challenge that he's able to pinpoint him. Excellent.

Lycaon sweeps one of his own legs back, the lapis lazuli activating in his legs as he presses off the ground forward to meet him. His right leg coats itself in ice as he flies forward, doing a quick spin and raising his leg to meet that blade head on.

A CLANK rings through the night, and that ice shatters the moment Final Notice's blade hits, sending diamond dust up in the air all around them. (20) With them being so close, Hugo may see him smirking.]

You've gotten stronger. [He sounds elated. Good. This man was the only one who he would allow to match him.]

[But Lycaon was always one to go on the offensive. The diamond dust that had shattered from his leg had taken to the air, and Lycaon's hand raises, palm outstretched. The broken ice bits seemed to collect not unlike bees in a swarm, and with a single clench of his fist, the ice-cube sized shards start to rain down in Hugo's direction like hail.]