[ When Lumine stops completely, Tartaglia makes use of that time to get ahead of her, turning around soon after with his arms spread. There's a boyish grin on his face but his words betray his true feelings, and if she were to look closer, she'd recognize the feral excitement in those ocean-blue eyes. ]
But you wouldn't need to hold it back. [ Not around him, at least. ] Who better to handle you at your worst than me?
[ He would be surprised if she denies that. Maybe downright insulted, actually, but he's always been immature when it comes to being denied what he wants.
The only thing that's lacking is his own Vision and Delusion. If he had it, he would have tried to attack Lumine by now — something she'd likely recognize when he curls his hands into fists before dropping them back to his sides. Alas, it'll have to wait. ]
Think about it.
[ He'll leave it at that, turning his back on her so he can begin to move forward once more. ]
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But you wouldn't need to hold it back. [ Not around him, at least. ] Who better to handle you at your worst than me?
[ He would be surprised if she denies that. Maybe downright insulted, actually, but he's always been immature when it comes to being denied what he wants.
The only thing that's lacking is his own Vision and Delusion. If he had it, he would have tried to attack Lumine by now — something she'd likely recognize when he curls his hands into fists before dropping them back to his sides. Alas, it'll have to wait. ]
Think about it.
[ He'll leave it at that, turning his back on her so he can begin to move forward once more. ]