Pithy
The marshal was making too much fuss about this, he decided. It was too much noise in his head, and noise of the wrong type.
"…a caveat: you've got to tread carefully, there are numerous books underfoot, please don't step on any of them, I know your predilection for doing so…"
He ignored that because he could feel what was unmistakably the spine of a book under his boots.
"…watch where it goes, I don't want my books stained, some of them are exquisite precious books and extremely laborious to locate, if not irreplaceable…"
He could think of a snappy comeback along the lines of "So why don't you try to actually tidy the place once in a while instead of letting the room create a paper bomb every time someone tries to enter your office" but he refrained from it.
"…oh dear, be cognizant of what you sweep off my desk, some of the paraphernalia are rather fragile and breakable, they wouldn't survive an expeditious plummet from this height…"
Some of which were gifts from him no less, but screw that, they're easily replaceable during the next trip down below.
"…do note that bookshelf over there, I think I exacerbated the problem by overloading it and it will not withstand another heavy blow to the structure, though its demeanour belies…"
He snickered. 'Another heavy blow' was a dig at him in reference to the last time he had tried to slam the marshal against the wall and had gotten the bookshelf instead. Was it his fault that in the thrones of passion he hadn't thought about what that would do the bookshelf? Normal people didn't let such trite matters bother them at such important times.
"…be careful where you throw that tie; I'm quite partial to it, it's my favourite you know, fits perfectly, it's not such an elementary task finding an amiable tie…"
Damn it! Why was the marshal still going on with his verbose speech? What was up with all the big words? Not to mention the marshal still retained full sentence structure, proper grammar, and was perfectly coherent! There were too many words flying about, much of which he didn't understand, than he would like. It was almost an insult to his reputation, and damn if he wasn't the Kenren Taisho if he didn't rectify the problem immediately.
Ideally there should only be two words coming out of the marshal's mouth now, or just that one word, a word he was fully capable of understanding. Or even gibberish, that was fine too, he was well-aware of the effect he had on people. Sometimes, girls and women were rendered speechless, and that he was perfectly happy to accept that as well. Not this persistent coherency!
It was time to grab the problem tightly, plunge headlong straight into it and keep working on it until the issue could be released.
…
"KENREN!"
Ah, that was better. Comprehensible, simple, pithy. He just had to show the marshal, and he'd caught on almost instantly to the right word. That was easy wasn't it?
The marshal was still making a lot of noise, much louder this time, but it was mostly incoherent with traces of his name coming through. That was okay with Kenren though. It was noise he could put up with.
