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[embattle]

[Hibari's—slowly—tried them both, hands a bit small in compare to his friend's.]

Of course I am.

[He's smiled, training "his" sword on d'Art just then.]

You'll fight me after?

[mousquetaire]

[ D'Artagnan lifts an eyebrow, before smiling. He glances down at the sword, but doesn't move away. ]

If you'd like.

Does that mean you want me to watch?

[embattle]

[He sheathes it, smile fading.]

No...

[Not for a personal feud. D'Artagnan wouldn't approve of this match.]

Next time, perhaps.

[He lingers there a moment, quiet, not quite meeting the taller's eyes.]

Thanks.

[mousquetaire]

[ HIbari might be surprised. D'Artagnan's no stranger to personal feuds.

Seeing the lowered eyes, he reaches to put his hand on his friend's shoulder. ]

You're welcome. Any time.

It's all right, you know.

[embattle]

[Always so warm to him... It's made him feel strange.]

What's alright?

[Was he being too transparent?]

I haven't done anything.

[Quite possibly, the most incriminating words in existence.]

[mousquetaire]

I know that.

[ D'Artagnan lifts an eyebrow at him. ]

So then, why do you look so guilty?

[embattle]

Do I?

[He straightens himself. Smiles childishly.]

You're imagining things...

[The soldier's sharp, Hibari knew.]

If I'm guilty, you'd know.

[mousquetaire]

[ He knows full well. He's just not sure why.

So he pats Hibari's shoulder, and nods. ]

If you say so.

Good luck with the duel. Let me know how it goes, will you?

[embattle]

[Better than anyone, chances are. Much as Hibari knew himself.]

It'll be good news.

[He tilts his head, nods, expression brighter.]

I'll see you...

[mousquetaire]

[ D'Artagnan nods, before leaning against the door frame. ]

Good luck. Bring my sword back in one piece, remember.

[embattle]

[The hitman's only nodded, sure of himself, and more so, the weapon he holds.]