[ Except he's left staring when the painting manifests out of nowhere. Cool, cool. Nearly fumbling his grip on the dagger, he's retreating from that those clinching fingers to jerk upright and off the couch so he can stare at that burning travesty on the wall.
It sure is blasphemous to look at. More than startled, Tartaglia's offended. ]
Isn't that going overboard?
[ Ah, he's tired. Poisoned by exhaustion, if you will, as he shoots hydro so his place doesn't incur burn damage, only for the portrait to suddenly disappear without a trace left behind in its wake? Why is he always being mocked... ]
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Of course I do. Here I thought you'd never ask—
[ Except he's left staring when the painting manifests out of nowhere. Cool, cool. Nearly fumbling his grip on the dagger, he's retreating from that those clinching fingers to jerk upright and off the couch so he can stare at that burning travesty on the wall.
It sure is blasphemous to look at. More than startled, Tartaglia's offended. ]
Isn't that going overboard?
[ Ah, he's tired. Poisoned by exhaustion, if you will, as he shoots hydro so his place doesn't incur burn damage, only for the portrait to suddenly disappear without a trace left behind in its wake? Why is he always being mocked... ]