[A week had passed, and no one had died. There still wasn't even a hint of Champion titles, or the idea of murdering someone in order to leave. And yet despite that, Ardyn was only more on edge and struggling to hide it. Luscinia was ever perched on his shoulder, preening at his hair even when most of it was in a messy ponytail. Sometimes he could be caught taking notes or drawing idly in a notebook, while other moments found him turning a black glass paperweight over and over in his hand.]
[In short, he was restless and unsettled no matter how hard to tried to look calm--and he was very much trying.]
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[In short, he was restless and unsettled no matter how hard to tried to look calm--and he was very much trying.]