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[foundjuanting]

[One Juan Borgia's bedroom, a little lounge area by the window, a fuckton of pillows on it, and a Juan resting on them. Go]

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[foundjuanting]

[Well, yes, but only for a little while before flopping down.]

[cardinalsinned]

[fine we'll do this the hard way]

Juan.

[foundjuanting]

Cesare.

[offering a clove]

[cardinalsinned]

What is this?

[NO TRUST HERE]

[foundjuanting]

It is a clove, tobacco with spices.

[cardinalsinned]

Only that?

[foundjuanting]

Only that. No more harmful than the Cigarros I gave our father.

[cardinalsinned]

I cannot recall him enjoying them.

[but he'll try one]

[foundjuanting]

He did, in time.

[watch the nausea or coughing]

[cardinalsinned]

[definitely coughing]

What did you do to me?

[foundjuanting]

I gave you a cigarette, it will help to calm the nerves and one should enjoy the taste.

[cardinalsinned]

It is doing little of either.

... Where have you been?

[foundjuanting]

Take in a deep breath of it, and let it enter your lungs. It will burn when you first do so, but that will fade.

[cardinalsinned]

[taking a small try and coughing more]

Answer my question, Juan.

[foundjuanting]

I have been out and enjoying libations.

[cardinalsinned]

Alone?

[subtly putting out his clove]

[foundjuanting]

Yes.

-Do not waste it, leave the last of that for me.

[cardinalsinned]

You always seem to find more.

[foundjuanting]

I bought those.

[cardinalsinned]

[gestures to say he still thinks he's right]

[foundjuanting]

With those and alcohol my stores are limited... among other things.

[cardinalsinned]

How terrible for you.

[foundjuanting]

I'm glad that now at least you show your hatred towards me so openly.

[cardinalsinned]

What hatred? I thought we resolved that when we tested the limits of killing one another.

[foundjuanting]

I told you, I saw the feed from the security cameras, I saw you laughing with your younger brother, how both of you lied to make me docile and trusting, how you would intend to move out just to pour salt on my wounds, and how you would claim to love me as a brother, just to ready me for the killing blow.