"I'm seriously not in the mood right now," Meira glowered. "Are you here to annoy me now? Right now I don't have time to bother with idle jokes. I must return to the manor and rest my head for a bit so if you don't have anything important to say then I'll be on my way." Whizzle raised his eyebrows and started to chuckle, even as Meria continued. "Also, this sword belongs to my mother's father and no I didn't steal it from him! Do you take me for a hooligan? Don't compare me to you! He's... he's... he's..." She started yelling. "Nevermind, it's not important!" 

It was at this point that Whizzle laughed, causing the tome on his head to fall down to the floor before he caught it. "Aww, how can you tell me that what I'm doing is not important when you yourself can't decide what is? Oh, maybe you're that sort of person that thinks everything and everyone not me are not important now? And how am I comparing you? I've always thought the only person you can compare yourself with is yourself," he said before faking a face of realization. "Ah, maybe you [i]are[/i] comparing yourselves! Well, that's a bout of self-depreciation then, calling yourself a hooligan like that. Can't say that there wasn't a reason for it but hey, since I'm you, I should be able to remember it. Let's see..."

Whizzle focused on Meira and concentrated as he proceeded in trying to pry open Meira's head and read her memories and thought. 

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