Mun can't stop laughing...

[edgar_roni]

This is hardly amusing, Mun.

Stop laughing.

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Your Celes is great, too.

[edgar_roni]

[Oh yeah? Small victory for whom?

Edgar's certainly not feeling victorious.]

Oh, I bet your heart is just breaking, isn't it?

[He'd actually feel offended if he weren't so used to this sort of behavior from her and everyone in their close circle of friends -- apparently, torturing poor Edgar was their collective pasttime.]

T-thank you! I'll admit I've been a bit nervous with her. Played the game the first time recently...

[nonchere]

[Oh yeah that's right, almost forgot. Edgar can't have nice things when Celes is around. Shame, that.]

Into the smallest of pieces, I assure you.

[One day you will cease to be the butt of jokes. That day is not today.]

I think you're doing fine. =]

[edgar_roni]

[That day will never come, feels like.]

Oh, no doubt. However...

[His familiar smirk returns, slowly forming across his lips as he eyes her.]

As it turns out, you're also the only one I can think of -- [At the moment.] -- that can repair it. Imagine that.

[nonchere]

I'm sorry?

[Does not compute in this soldier's brain.]

[edgar_roni]

[Doesn't compute? No problem. Being a master engineer, he can easily convert things to layman's terms. Hohoho...]

You can make me feel better. Is that easier for you to understand?

[nonchere]

I didn't realize that your ego was that easy to bruise.

[Totally missing the point and making a dig. All in a day's work for Celes Chere, master of the art of social interactions.]

[edgar_roni]

[You hear that? That's the sound of his heart, shattering into a million tiny pieces. And her stomping on them, then setting them on fire afterwards.

Indeed. All in a day's work.]

...it's not.

Aww, I almost feel bad for the guy xD

[nonchere]

That wasn't the impression that I got.

[These boots were made for heart stomping?]

Don't. This happens every hour on the hour.

[edgar_roni]

Contrary to what you might believe, I'm not easy to read.

[Yes, yes he is.]

Awesome, I can set my watch to it. Good to know.

[nonchere]

I don't doubt. But it might not be a bad idea to toughen up a bit, if you don't mind my saying.

[It's okay, she's never been good at reading people anyway. Just let him tell himself that.]

[edgar_roni]

Me? Toughen up?

[Abandoning his flirting (for now, anyway), he tilts his head as he regards her, arms held akimbo.]

I'm plenty tough. Now, admittedly, I'm not in the same physical shape as my brother...

[To be fair, no one is.]

...but I'm quite resilient, I'll have you know.

[nonchere]

I meant your ego, Edgar. I know that you're able to defend yourself. You need a bit thicker skin.

[edgar_roni]

Sweetheart, I'm a politician. I've the toughest hide this side of the earth.

[nonchere]

Says the man with the injured ego.

[edgar_roni]

Injured? Barely a nick, my dear. I'll survive, if you're so concerned.

[Wink.]

[nonchere]

Not especially.

[edgar_roni]

Of course not.

[Is there something in his eye? Oh, no, he's just winking again.]

[nonchere]

In any case, I would be careful. You do have a reputation to keep. Or so you say.

[Edgar always winks. What's the difference?]

[edgar_roni]

[He chuckles out loud at that.]

Duly noted, Celes. Duly noted.