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[ The feed begins in a dark room - there's moonlight through a window somewhere offscreen, but not much else to illuminate the feed. There's not much to look at - a simple folding chair is all that's really in view for a little while, though there's the sound of shuffling footsteps in the background for a moment. Finally, a figure makes its way to the front of the camera. A giant, heart-shaped figure.

That's right. It's Huggy Heart.

He gives the camera a happy little wave before turning a bit, shifting back and forth as the person inside gets to work on taking the costume off. It's not a fast process - the stupid thing was pretty cumbersome - but eventually he manages to get the zipper in the back open, and with a bit more shifting around the costume falls to his feet.

Mercury stands there, hair a bit mussed and in a plain black t-shirt rather than his usual jacket. ]

Whew! That thing was not built for comfort.

[ He kicks the costume aside dismissively, falling back into the chair with his legs splayed out. ]

It was nice getting out and about for a while, though. That carnival was...

[ His smirk falls a bit. ]

Well, let's be honest. Pretty lame. Decent food, but not much else going for it. Didn't really wow me. Three out of ten at best. What I'm getting at here is that I'm bored.

[ He leans forward, elbows resting on his knees, narrowing his eyes at the camera as he lowers his voice. ]

Me and boredom are a baaaaad mix. Some of you might remember that! So consider this a heads-up that I'm going to be hitting the streets again. No more costumes, no more sneaking around. That lost its luster a while back. Just me and a few cities worth of friendly faces to mingle with. Can't wait to meet some of you face-to-face.

[ He leans back again, crossing one leg over the other - his pants and boots, at least, are the same as usual. His expression returns to his usual smirk, tone casual. ]

All that aside, anyone know any good jokes? Come on. Make me laugh.

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Really? Just like that?

[ It's Weiss's turn to look surprised. She was hoping he would agree, even if it would put her in a terrible position, but part of her didn't actually expect him to. She quickly recovers. She pauses for one moment, then nods. ]

Deal.

That's right! If only someone had said "please" in the first place. Some manners could have saved us all a lot of trouble!

[ Honestly, there's literally no reason for him not to take the deal. Even if he ends up backing out on it and just killing someone again, it at least buys him some time where he can strut his stuff and rub it in everyone's collective nose.

This is going to be hilarious. ]

But what's done is done, right? No sense crying over spilled milk.

[ She knows he's being sarcastic, but she might as well try. ]

Then as a favor in the name of manners, I hope you don't mind giving me a couple of days to inform the affected individuals before you assume they aren't adhering to the deal?

I said I'm going to be hitting the streets, and I mean it. I won't go looking for fights, but if someone comes at me?

What happens, happens.

I hope I don't need to remind you that while self-defense isn't a crime, anything that could be considered violence beyond what is necessary for self-defense is still a crime even if you weren't the first person to strike.

Yeah, uh huh, noted. But as long as you're not completely and utterly incompetent at your job, I'm sure that issue won't even come up, right?

[ just the sweetest dang smile you ever did see ]

I'm also going to mention that trespassing on private property is also illegal, in case you come across anyone's homes while you "hit the streets."

Wow!

[ He claps his hands to his cheeks! ]

What new and incredible information! You really must enjoy wasting time on educating me, the aforementioned "human garbage"!

I'm warning you to stay away from my friends, you dolt. Pick a public place, we need to make this official. You're welcome to come to the Guardian's Office, of course, but I doubt either of us trust each other very much.

You mean you don't want to sign a peace treaty in the comfort of your own living room? You know, I still haven't set foot inside the place yet.

Hey, remember when I was almost your roommate? Good times!

Yes, I fought against that before I knew you were a creep and just thought you were obnoxious. Just goes to show that sometimes my instincts about not wanting people in my life are spot on.

[ Like, rarely, but you know. ]

This is professional business. It shouldn't be in a private setting.

When instincts are only spot on sometimes, they're probably not good instincts.

[ ... Even if that's a sentiment he agrees with her on, it's all about getting a jab in where he can. ]

Anyway, the office is fine by me. Either you're going to be true to your word and we all get a happy ending, or you'll try something and I'll wreck the place.

I'll have paperwork drawn up and you can swing by tomorrow to sign.

[ So professional. Even if her tone makes it clear that she wants to add something along the lines of 'douchebag' to the end of that sentence. ]

I'll be there with my favorite pen. And hey, if you ever need a hand in the future, your new best bud Mercury's a phone call away!

[ He does his best to live up to the title of 'douchebag' each and every day. ]

I'll see you tomorrow, Mercury.

[ God he's so yicky. ]

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