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[kingofnightmares]

...What do you mean 'I'm terrible at keeping, or maintaining, relationships of any kind'?

First of all, my relationship with the Guardians is a whole different story in itself, so we won't divulge into that territory. Secondly--

[He pauses.]

I try to keep to myself most of the time. [Most of the time.] Yes most of the time. I can't help it if a few people catch my attention every so often. And some people keep my interest for longer periods of time.

[You're still terrible at relationships in general, Pitch.]

Don't you have some studies to catch up on?

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[kingofnightmares]

[WELL. WAS NOT EXPECTING THAT, and he stumbles back a few steps, rubbing at his face. Pitch glares up at the smaller black sand wielder and summons another LARGER wave of black sand to strike at the cream puff. :|]

[tarnishedsands]

[Jeez, Pitch, always gotta do things big.

Fine, then, let the wave come. Sandy's buried under a mass of glittering black, but not before he sets loose a few precise shots. Meant to cut through the oncoming wave rather than fend it off, their aimed to deliver several blunt blows to Pitch's torso.]

[kingofnightmares]

[And the blows strike their intended target, and he staggers back again, holding his stomach with a small grit of his teeth.]

Don't you have something better to do than to sit here and mock me, Sandman?

[tarnishedsands]

[Sandy resurfaces when the wave disperses, apparently none worse for the wear, still wearing that shit-eating little grin. Dark or not, Sandy's got control where Pitch seems to favor brute force. Learn some new tricks, sir.

He dusts off his robes (not that it matters, what with them being made of black sand anyway) and shakes his head. NOPE.]