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[alformthearm]

"This is Alfor. I'm sorry if I've missed you, but do leave a message and I'll be sure to get right back to you as soon as I can."

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[patchricide]

I actually haven't confirmed that myself. It's not as though this came with an instruction manual. And you've already Darin's conclusion about the device...

[She's quiet, before there's an annoyed, bratty huff. Like she already knows she's about to be overruled.]

... and... he is more qualified than I am, to understand its mechanics.

[Why isn't she allowed to have cute things???]

[alformthearm]

You know there's an easy way to confirm it, Allura.

[Don't give him that look, young lady.]

Darin is only concerned about the potential danger you might be in. Now, I want you to be honest with yourself- with such facts and presented, would it really be worth the risk? I don't want to see you hurt, and I'm sure you would not want to see anyone else possibly hurt either. Nor do I want you to be in trouble for bringing foreign ordnance aboard the station.

[patchricide]

I don't want to confirm it, though. I'd much prefer to leave them as they are.

[Sorry, dad, it's just that this is the WORST DAY EVER.]

... look, it does sound simple when you put it like that, but — haven't you ever found things that you don't want to leave behind, even if you know they're going to cause you trouble in the long run? That you would take on the responsibility to keep them from hurting anyone?

[They're not animals, Allura. Stop talking about them like they're animals.]

FROM OFF SCREEN

[forgeabettertomorrow]

[Muffled because he's face down in a snow bank with the Princess still throwing a great big sulk on top of him.]

...Are we still talking about the bombs or are we talking about me now.

[patchricide]

... ... ...

[YOU KNOW WHAT, SHE HADN'T MEANT HIM, BUT... yeah, she actually has to think it over.]

[forgeabettertomorrow]

[He's gonna keep talking because it's silent and he's incapable of shutting up.]

Does this mean you think I'm cute.

[alformthearm]

....

[Well at least Darin's alive. Alfor coughs politely into a fist.]

...are you truly that enamored with these strange explosives?

[Because he's starting to look a little concerned. Maybe his daughter's been locked up in a space station for too long.]

[patchricide]

Look at them! These aren't just weapons, they're practically works of art!

[alformthearm]

.....

Is Darin still there? Would it be possible for him to replicate the design? Just without the explosive addition? I daresay he can probably even do better.

[Sorry, he's just not seeing the art thing.]

[forgeabettertomorrow]

[There's a significant pause. Darin can hear the conversation and even though he's offscreen, he'll go ahead and respond with a heavy sigh.]

Okay, look. If you get off my back, literally and figuratively, I'll see what I can do about disarming them. If I can't disarm them, I'll rebuild them with the motors so you can have your mouse toys...