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[Xanxus is currently keeled over near the elevator on Deck 02, overcome by pain. He was so fucking close to getting to the infirmary, but it seems he is unable to go on any further. The wounds he received from Ridley are taking a toll on him again, and the exhaustion caused by using his flames is still lingering.

He had defiantly refused to accept help from someone earlier, and even now, in this condition, it's likely that Xanxus will still insist that he can make it on his own. Foolish male pride and all that shit. Anyone who is willing to put up with his incredible stubbornness, though, is welcome to drag his ass over to the infirmary.]

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...Italian. How the fuck are you speaking it if you don't even know what it's called?

[Yeah, he still hasn't realized it was because of the kiss thing.]

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That is a curse word; I would like it if you could refrain from using it in front of me.

Italian? Oh! I have heard of it, but I am not familiar with it. As for how I am speaking it; all Tamaraneans are able to speak any language through physical touch. A kiss is what I normally use because it is the easiest.

You speak with your mouth. I connected with it, and learned you're language.

[Still unwravelling... and leaning in to bandage up whatever needs it most. Not that it's a great job; sloppy. But it'll do what it's meant for.]

[booze]

[Now he gets what the random kiss was for.]

...Hn.

And by the way, I'll say whatever the hell I want.