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[tyrants_son]

[The warlord isn't looking at the tablet in his hands, but rather his helmeted head is craned upwards at what appears to be the tower beside the security station. He hums thoughtfully before turning to apparently sit, the slight creak of a chair heard just off-screen. An odd place for one, all things considered. If one happens upon him outside, they'll find he's indeed sitting upon a high-backed chair outside of the building. He folds a leg casually over the other as he looks back down at his screen. His Ghost floats just beside him.]

Just to make certain, but the things found within the...store establishments are free to claim?

[His Ghost flares out her shell slightly at that with something that sounds vaguely like a snort.]

You're just asking that now? After carrying that all the way here?

[Felwinter shrugs.]

At least it is before I attempted to bring it up the elevator shaft.

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[in_extremis]

Yeah, sweetheart.

All of that stuff belongs to Bucky.

Didn't you ask him before you took it?

[tyrants_son]

'Sweetheart'?

I do not know this Bucky. Has he claimed the entirety of the furnishings storage?

[in_extremis]

Yes, dear?

He's hard to miss, really gets around. Big metal arm. Maybe you can trade grooming tips.

[tyrants_son]

[Unfortunately text does not convey Felspring's hoot of laughter nor the baffled look on Felwinter's face, not that it would have shown anyway with his helmet.]

A metal arm. That tells me little. Is he human, otherwise? Why would he have need for so much furniture?

[in_extremis]

Those are very personal questions. I wouldn't ask you what you need all of that chair for.

[tyrants_son]

But you would ask other things.

[in_extremis]

If there's something you're hoping I'll ask, I think that's a little early for us, we haven't even talked about our hopes and dreams yet.

[tyrants_son]

No. Never mind.

Perhaps I will just keep this chair. If this Bucky should want it back, he can inform me himself.

[in_extremis]

That's the spirit. Take what you want, damn the man, tear down the system, liberté.

[tyrants_son]

Aren't you the one who said I had to put it back in the first place?

[in_extremis]

That was more of a warning. Keep up, come on, we're in the future now. If you want to start a war, I'm not going to stop you.

[tyrants_son]

I do not mean to start a war. But if there is someone here who might insist on hording useful furnishings from others, then I will put a stop to it.

[in_extremis]

You sound incredibly passionate about this chair. Maybe you can explain that to Bucky.

[tyrants_son]

[Passionate? Him? If it were about anything but a chair he might have been proud to be told such.]

Do others not care about this potential waste of resources?

[in_extremis]

I mean, chairs aren't a priority for most of us. Culturally, you have a pretty different relationship with them than I'm used to.

[tyrants_son]

Do you use them differently? I merely wanted something to sit in, up in the tower. Is that wrong?

[in_extremis]

Dangerously. You don't want to admit that out loud to the wrong person. Don't worry, I'm good with secrets.

[tyrants_son]

I think I am already speaking to the wrong person in general.

[in_extremis]

Don't be too hard on yourself. I might be bad for the body, but all of the best things are.

[tyrants_son]

I have nothing more to say here.