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Bones’ casual approach to the complexity that would, as far as Ira believed, come with repercussions was not amusing to the youth, who scowled when she spoke that it was in part to “drive him crazy”. In the end, it wasn’t Ira had to worry about, it was whatever dark deity decided the punishments of those whom he was close to, or close to him. Yet, nobody seemed terribly worried -- to be fair he didn’t exactly go around parading his motto of ‘to love is to destroy, to be loved is to be destroyed’ but nevertheless attempted to make his intentions clear without the unnecessary detail. Ira snorted when she claimed that she thought he was sweet and mushy on the inside, willing to dispute that but deciding that perhaps it would better for her learn from experience that she was wrong then argue with her about here and now. “Good,” Ira rumbled, though in truth he preferred that she didn’t like him at all - for both of their sakes, but was forced to accept what he got. The Princeling beggar could not be a chooser. “Goodbye.” Ira offered to the wind as he watched her bounce off with a giggle, unable to help the thought that girls were inherently weird creatures.