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[SOLDIER First]

"That would do absolutely nothing."

[PrivateNomad]

"Wh̛a̛ţ if҉ I͢ w͞as͝ c͟ap͏able of͘ ͝e҉n̵din̡g͜ you͠r͢ life i͡n̕ ̧a͜ ̡s̕i̷n͢gĺe moment?̴" he says before raising his other glove which shows a strange transmutation circle on it, too small for Cheru to make out.

[SOLDIER First]

"Please don't do that."

[PrivateNomad]

The Pestilent Alchemist holds his hand out, as if to receive something.

[SOLDIER First]

Lionan looks at Frigid.

[PrivateNomad]

Frigid looks pretty scared right now.

[SOLDIER First]

"Should I give him his glove?"

[PrivateNomad]

"I-I-I'm, uhm-uhm... I dunno'...."

"I̷ ͝ha̴vȩn'̵t͢ t͟he͡ t̨ime̵ f̶or ͢th̴is.͞ Gįve m̴ȩ ҉mi͏n̴e͏ ̀g͠l͢o͞ve̵ ̢àn̵d͝ ̧I s̶hall b̸e on min̴e͜ ̕w͢a̶y͝.̢ Yo͠u ha̸vę mi͝n͞e wǫrd."

[SOLDIER First]

Lionan glances between the Pestilential Asshole and the glove.

"No." he says firmly.

[PrivateNomad]

"W̧ha͜t? ͠T͘hee ͡d͡o r̷èa̡l͠i̸z̶e͢ ̧th̕a͢t ͜I̡ ca͢n ͜d͡r̨a͠w ̨a͝ńot͜he͞r͟ ͟tr̵àn͜smut̸a͟t͠i̡on̛ ̛c͜ir̨c͘l̀e̷ ͜a͞ǹd ̕m̡ak͏e ano̧t҉he͢r ̕g͡lov̶ę ̶a̶nyway̕s?҉"

[IamanElfCollaborator]

"Give him the damn glove." Cheru glares at Lionan.

[SOLDIER First]

"If you can make another glove, then make another damn glove! The hell d'you still need this one for?"

[PrivateNomad]

"Classifie͞d҉.͜"

[SOLDIER First]

"And it's staying classified. You aren't getting this back."

[PrivateNomad]

The Pestilent Alchemst just stands there.