[Things truly escalated in such a manner that he and Maribelle ended up stuck like two battling rams, neither budging from their position. After all now so many people are aware of the conflict and interested in the outcome! And, much as he may dislike it, the majority seem to be siding with her.
He would deny it if asked, but part of him is actually sad about this spectacular falling-out. He and Maribelle disagreed about plenty of things, from her fussiness to his lack of manners, but at the core he had come to respect her determination and unexpected strength over time, and they even trusted each other with some challenges, such as the Haunted Art Gallery set up by the Celliwigian refugees last year or, together with Belgium, the hunt for the dragon... alas.]
I want to give you a little more context about the quest. I only became aware of it after we'd already been body-swapped, and it wasn't something that could wait. I'd usually spare you the details, but the perpetrator wanted someone to pour a potion into the club's champagne fountain that'd have destroyed everyone's ability to absorb sunlight, so they'd have burned at dawn the next morning.
[He takes out a cigarette and lights it with a snap of his fingers - fire magic.]
I signed up for it, got the potion delivered, and handed it in to the police. That would've gone the same no matter what. The difficult part came when I tried to lure the bastard to the club, pretending I'd bring the potion with me. In this body it'd have been harder for me since their condition was that I dress up as a server. Their uniforms are... well.
[He makes a vague hand gesture. Maribelle's complaints spoke volumes already, surely.]
Nobody wants to see a man in a bunny suit, right? Had we not been body-swapped I might have reached out to a suitable woman to split the task with, but as it was I had the opportunity to simply do it on my own, without dragging anybody else into it. Well, that was my theory.
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He would deny it if asked, but part of him is actually sad about this spectacular falling-out. He and Maribelle disagreed about plenty of things, from her fussiness to his lack of manners, but at the core he had come to respect her determination and unexpected strength over time, and they even trusted each other with some challenges, such as the Haunted Art Gallery set up by the Celliwigian refugees last year or, together with Belgium, the hunt for the dragon... alas.]
I want to give you a little more context about the quest. I only became aware of it after we'd already been body-swapped, and it wasn't something that could wait. I'd usually spare you the details, but the perpetrator wanted someone to pour a potion into the club's champagne fountain that'd have destroyed everyone's ability to absorb sunlight, so they'd have burned at dawn the next morning.
[He takes out a cigarette and lights it with a snap of his fingers - fire magic.]
I signed up for it, got the potion delivered, and handed it in to the police. That would've gone the same no matter what. The difficult part came when I tried to lure the bastard to the club, pretending I'd bring the potion with me. In this body it'd have been harder for me since their condition was that I dress up as a server. Their uniforms are... well.
[He makes a vague hand gesture. Maribelle's complaints spoke volumes already, surely.]
Nobody wants to see a man in a bunny suit, right? Had we not been body-swapped I might have reached out to a suitable woman to split the task with, but as it was I had the opportunity to simply do it on my own, without dragging anybody else into it. Well, that was my theory.
[And they both know what happened next.]