Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25389303-20191221164519/@comment-25389303-20191231125925

Listening to their back-and-forth, Diaboli supposed it was a miracle he hadn't ground his teeth down to dust by this point. Thankfully, however, despite all of Zanipher's unintended jabs, he managed to keep his temper under control.

"Where do I even begin with that?" Diaboli said in a weary voice, pinching the bridge of his nose in thought. After several seconds, he eventually looked up again - his expression irritable, but less so than before.

"Thank you for finally being honest with me, Zan. But I hardly appreciate you treating me like an idiot just now." He folded his arms across his chest in a defensive gesture. "You don't really think I considered you the leader of the Dragons, did you? I don't mean to be rude, but how can somebody who doesn't even run their own organisation possibly be in charge of a coalition of criminal empires? I mean, seriously?"

Despite his attempts at keeping a straight face, Diaboli couldn't help but smirk at the idea of it.

"I'm not talking to you because I thought you were in charge. I'm talking to you because there is nobody else. Besides the Bluthardt matriarch, I don't know who the other Dragons are. I'm not even certain what factions they represent. The fact is I'm stuck with you, and honestly? I was fine with that. I thought that if there were any issues between us, you would tell me."

Diaboli raised a single finger in front of him. "There is one thing I hold you responsible for, Zan. And it's not that you couldn't stop this from happening. It's that you just didn't talk to me about it! You left me in the dark for months. Why? Did I really make such a fleeting impression?"