ic contact;

[echoistic]

❝Yoooo! Ain't here right now, which means I'm probably sleeping, eating, doing something I can't mention out loud, or something really awesome and attention-consuming, but whichever it is, I'm not here right now! Wait, I already said that. So yeah, do what you gotta do, which I guess is—❞

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[ *Note that Rhys can't read very well, so texting him might, uh, not have the intended effect. ]

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[echoistic]

Right, right. Understandable!

[Though he can't read Leon's wariness at all, fighting prowess is something that he can always respect, even if his default cheerful tone might not indicate it—as someone who's never really been good at anything but fighting, even when those like his brother at least have scholarly pursuits as well, it's not a skill that he'd ever downplay.]

Did you have to compete for the title?

[discard]

... Yes, in a way.

[Rather, through competing and showing off his skill, he was picked for the title. So it's close enough to competing for it--nonetheless, he had to prove his stuff before he could get it.

Slowly, Leon crosses his arms and arches an eyebrow at Rhys.]

What would you know of such things?

[It should be more judgmental, but...well, Rhys has been the first to seem to get it.]