[ Backstabbing Diluc would serve no purpose, so he doesn't bother answering him. This is just who he is. Accept him.
Once addressed, the cart winds to a squeaky stop. Reclining, one of Tartaglia's hands remains casually wound around the lever, ready to tip it again at a moment's notice. Oh, wow. Mad gains, you freaky little half-pint. ]
Hey! Think you could move aside? I nearly ran you over.
[ Please remember that he's more than capable of committing homicide at any time. You choose wisely, swole fairy. ]
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Once addressed, the cart winds to a squeaky stop. Reclining, one of Tartaglia's hands remains casually wound around the lever, ready to tip it again at a moment's notice. Oh, wow. Mad gains, you freaky little half-pint. ]
Hey! Think you could move aside? I nearly ran you over.
[ Please remember that he's more than capable of committing homicide at any time. You choose wisely, swole fairy. ]