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[Blades slice through the air with a whistle and get batted away easily. disappointing but still effective. The dog was catching on. In a way, that made it more fun. With a faint grin, Baroona follows up, darting under the glaive as it knocks the other blade away–his free hand snaps the cord back so the knife will return. With his other blade he stabs deep into the jackal's thigh and slices out. Tear some ligaments, muscles, something. By the way the creature howls and falters, it seems to have worked.

A snarl forewarns him–he looks up, the other side of the glaive comes down. Baroona leans back just in time. The blade enters his thigh–an eye for an eye–where it would've met his back. Fatal blow avoided, but he still barks in pain as the end is pulled out. It starts to swing down again; Baroona doesn't wait to move. Pushing off his back leg, he shoves the jackal to the ground in a tackle, wrestling and cutting with it until–with a knife buried in its throat–it stops moving.

With a heavy sigh, Baroona sits up straight, wiping the sweat from his brow and fixing the cloth around his face. On the corpse's armor, he wipes his knives clean, draping the cord around his neck as he pushes off its body to stand...

And promptly falls over into the sand. Great.

Frowning, he tries again; fails again. He keeps it up, if only because falling helps him close the distance between himself and the well nearby.]

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[If he minds the contact, he doesn't show it, moving around the fire in the opposite direction of Zelos, already stripping off his shirt.]

Shouldn't I be saying that?

[Tossing his shirt onto the rocks behind him, he removes his dumb fanny pack knife holding thing before wriggling out of his pants, back turned to Zelos.]

My bag's gonna smell like fish thanks to you.

Uh, no. This was your idea, remember?

[Passing off all of the blame, he spares a glance to Baroona while he's undressing. Just enough to toss him a look and take in those scars and any other marking on him. He doesn't react, of course-- he's seen guys scarred before. And honestly this guy seemed like the type to have something like that beneath clothing.

But it did pique his interest a bit.

He at least has enough tact to not question outright, though, instead shifting to unbutton the last rings of his jacket, and then slipping his tank top off as well. Gloves, headband (this mostly for comfort), belt and pants follow, along with his shoes which he pours water out of nearby with an annoyed noise to accompany it.]

Talk about a hassle... [Hassle. Sure. He pauses from setting his shoes down, eyes trailing back over to Baroona.]

You should be thankful I caught it again after your clumsy mishap.

I'm not good with water.

[It's a mumbled statement. Not necessarily something he's proud of. Fully away of Zelos' eyes on him, he chooses to ignore it, moving instead to take a small knife out of a pocket on his pack. Takes the fish out next, laying them out on one of the flatter rocks.

One by one, he slits them open–two parallel slices behind the gills and at the tail–and reaches into each one, hooking and pulling the spine, ribs and guts out in a single motion. Throws them over the other side of the rock, glancing back at Zelos.] Get me a stick.

[He says, wiping the blood and guts off on his thighs. Because that's hygienic.]

Oh? Why not?

[The water comment gets him to look over, but seeing that whole picture with the fish guts? Not such a big deal until he smears it all over himself.]

Dude, that's seriously gross. Can't you wash it off normally or something? [JUST SAYING... But he shifts over a few steps to snap a stick off of some tree or something nearby hell if I know, walking over and passing it over.]

[He shrugs, turning to grab the stick. Impaling the fish on it–one after the other–he walks over to the fire.]

I'm used to crossing water. That's it.

[Goes back to the tree, snapping off a few more branches–this time ones shaped like little 'y's so he can make a spit. Walks back to the fire and starts to set it up.] I've never been anywhere where I've needed to know how to deal with it.

[Other than on boats. But he usually trusted the crew to mind all of that business.

With the spit set up, he sets the stick-o-fish on top of it and sits beside it. Not answering the cleanliness question because does he need to? I mean, just look at him. Even his hair is pretty grimy.]

[He drops the gross topic soon enough, because this water one is honestly more intriguing to him. Stepping back around the fire until he's on the opposite side, he finds a rock to sit on and does so. No way he's sitting on the ground without his pants, thanks.]

So you don't know how to swim.

Nope.

[He turns the stick, ignoring Zelos' movement.] Never had a reason to.

[He leans forward at that, hands resting on his knees as he sneers.]

So you couldn't have caught a fish even if you tried!

[Shooting a dry look back at Zelos.]

I can wade in the water, idiot.

Yeah, sure, but you were splashing around like a moron even in that.

[He's horrible.]

I bet you would've needed me to save you if you fell over, huh? Right?

[Baroona leans back on his elbows, tipping his head back.]

You sound eager. Are you that eager to be a shining knight?

[The barest hint of a smirk. He moves even lower, as if mocking a faint.] Should I let you practice?

[That earns a snicker from Zelos as he leans back a bit, raising one of his hands from his leg in a casual gesture.]

I don't need practice for what I already am. The Great, Mysterious and Handsome Zelos Wilder, gleaming knight for all! [He waits a moment to let that sink in before dropping his hand an looking over.]

What you really mean is that you can't stand each minute past such a missed opportunity, right? Don't worry about it too much; I'm pretty good at sweeping people off their feet no matter the activity.

[Baroona breathes out a soft laugh, straightening himself and looking back to their food. Turning the spit.]

Is that so. [a pause. He takes a moment to lean closer to the fish to inspect their color before returning to his normal position, faking a thoughtful look at his own feet.] But my feet have been planted to the ground this whole time.

[Smirking, but not allowing Zelos the chance to see it.] Maybe the Great Zelos Wilder–[it sounds so mocking when he says it in that dry tone.]–is losing his charm.

[There's a moment where Zelos looks insulted-- right before his face twists into more of a cocky smirk.]

Wow, talk about cold!

[Again with the hand gestures. This time is a big different though...]

I'm thinking that fire's not quite doing its job. Am I gonna have to warm things up? [He lets that sink in for just a moment before his fingers snap and a small flame appears in the palm of his hand and fades just as quickly.]

[Baroona side-eyes the flame warily, leaning away from Zelos before moving back to the fish.]

Only if you don't want to eat.

[To give his threat merit, he tears a small chunk of perfectly cooked meat off Zelos' fish and pops it into his mouth.]

What? Hey, hey, hey, come on, now!

[While he doesn't have to actually eat, tasting is still something he can do-- and fish happens to be a favorite. So he doesn't mind playing around in this way, stumbling to his feet and shrugging his arms with over zealous grabby fingers in gesture.]

We have those fish thanks to me! You can't hog it all to yourself!

[Baroona lightly hops to his feet, practically dancing a step or two away as he smugly pops another chunk of Zelos' fish into his mouth. IdK how he can be smug with a pretty neutral expression, but he manages. His own brand of magic, maybe.]

[Oh no he doesn't. Taking that as an invitation for a fight (a play fight, but a fight nonetheless), he lets a more irritated expression take over his face as he circles around the fire and then takes a few larger steps towards Baroona, swiping clumsily in an attempt to grab some fish.

He's giving a little slack in his usual ease of movement, but after a few missing swipes (if they miss) he'll outright reach around the guy to grab at that fish. Hello personal space yolo.]

[Baroona dances around the swipes with ease but the grab is harder to dodge. Caught midstep, he reals back a step or two before catching himself, holding the fish as far above him as he can manage while shoving at Zelos' face.]

You're cheating again.

[He's pretending to protest, but there's a clear quirk to his lips that shows he doesn't mind.]

[Zelos' face is turned away thanks to the shoving, but he doesn't let up on the grabbing for the fish at all, either. In between laughs that he doesn't bother to hide, that is.]

Like I said before, there aren't any rules! Now give some over before I roast you! [Not that he would, if his little jump-grab at the higher fish from behind (even in their grip) is anything to go by.]

[With an exasperated sigh, Baroona tips his head back.] Fine, fine.

[Making a show and lowering the fish just enough...

For him to break off a small piece and drop it onto Zelos' face. Good news: if his mouth is open–it'll go in! If not... Well. That's not Baroona's fault.]

Haha--

[And then fish just missing his mouth by hitting his lip, bouncing off... And he's reaching to catch it, because like hell he's going to waste some perfectly good fish!

He does manage to catch it in a closed fist, but his weight leans forward so much that it's likely enough to send them both to the ground.]

Whoa--! [And a surprised blink as he raises his closed hand higher to protect the captured piece of fish.] That's not how I meant, you ass!

[Baroona's eyes fly open in surprise while his feet fly out from underneath him. He lands with a grunt and a wince, squinting up at Zelos.]

I'm doing you a favor. [Raps a knuckle against Zelos' side.] As if you needed any more weight.

[The good news is that unless Zelos wants to completely crawl on top of him, the fish is still pretty out of reach.]

[He pulls a face at that comment, shifting slightly so he can pop his own piece of fish into his mouth, freeing up his hand again. Rude Baroona. He won't comment on the weight comment aside from that, though, and instead shifts so one palm rests against the floor in a half-pin to keep Baroona in place, face just inches from his.]

But, hey... [...] I swept you off your feet just now, didn't I?

[WINKS FOR EFFECT. But then he's ruining any half thought that it may have been some sort of corny smoothness by laughing obnoxiously, crawling up a bit more and grabbing for that fish with all his might.]

[Flatly:] That doesn't count.

[oH GOd YOU WINKEd AT HIM TOO THAT'S JUST SO CHEESY. Ugh, he wishes he could stretch his arm further away but, no, Zelos. The fish is yours. Baroona scowls when the stick leaves his grasp, already thinking up ways to get it back.]

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omfg all of my tags have been so shitty I'M BETTER IN GAME I SWEAR

WOW I WOULdN'T KNOW IT'S NOT LIKE I PLAY WITH YOU

SHUT UP I'MBAD

no you're just drunk

nO? YOU'RE DRUNK

PRETTY SURE YOU ARE???

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