"Of course. This is why I win all arguments and you don't," Ivar says smugly. It was easy to get people to do what he wanted by playing the poor, pathetic little cripple who needed everyone else to do things for him. Not that Agustin saw him as such. He just bullied him more then anything into doing what he wanted.
He cracks open a beer and clinks it against Agustin's. "Cheers, peasant."
"You're a peasant because I am clearly better then you," Ivar says smugly. He's as close to royalty as one can get in this day and age, so he'll forever lord himself over Agustin.
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He cracks open a beer and clinks it against Agustin's. "Cheers, peasant."
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He takes a long drink of his beer and slouches down more into the couch.
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