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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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Scooooooooore!

[Snatching it, thank you. It's only then that he relents, pulling himself off Baroona and then laughing in his victory.]

Anyway, what are you talking about? That totally counted. [Matter-of-factly. After that, he doesn't see any problem shifting to just... take a big bite out of the fish. What is this pansy tearing shit Baroona was doing no man he is biting off a section thanks.]

I got knocked over by your weight, not your charm. [Free from Zelos ~~muscle~~ fat, he props himself up, flinching away only when Zelos... spits scales at him. Really???] Hey.

[Okay. No. Another scale bounces off his forehead–this time with added sound effects, and, to be honest, that's what moves him to action. The obnoxious bibibibibi Zelos is making. With a dark smirk, he pushes his weight and crashes into Zelos' legs, toppling him over. Ignoring the stick (which is within reach) for the moment, he straddles Zelos' legs, pinning them down, and smirks.

So.
Smug.]

Looks like I swept you off your feet.

[Zelos was having way too much fun with his sound effects and his scale-gun there. So the sudden weight at his legs gets a choke that splutters out the rest of the scales as he falls over.

Immediately he's holding the fish out of reach again and pulling an irritated look.]

Who has the right to be talking about weight here?! [As if Baroona is fat sure] Anyway, I'm more of a 'wait for the second date' kind of guy...

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Oh? [With a slow rotation of his hips he slides a bit higher, curving his back as he leans down, face inches from Zelos' own. He smirks, but it's unclear if he means it, expression imperceptible as he practically purrs out:] After I cooked you dinner and everything.

[Another arch forward, chest pressing against Zelos', while his arms slide above his head.

And... conveniently wrap around the stick that he then (attempts) to pull out of Zelos' hands as he sits back up.]

[what the fuck you were supposed to be the one that was surprised??? AT THE VERY LEAST HE DIDN'T EXPECT THIS MUCH RUNNING WITH IT--]

[And goodbye fish.

There's a brief moment of quiet surprise when Baroona moves to sit up, but it's recovered from quickly enough with a determined (and rightfully challenging) glare.]

You're not gonna eat and run, are ya? [Spoken as he grabs at Baroona's legs that are straddled over his own, shifting to sit up himself. It makes the position a bit awkward, but he has him in place--!]

[A quick blink of surprise–Baroona wasn't expecting to be matched–that he recovers quickly from, shifting slowly into the new position. Working his hips, the curve of his back–using every motion he can to gradually slide the fish off the stick. Holding it by the tailfin, he stabs the rest of the stick into the ground beside them, tearing off a chunk, never once breaking eye contact.]

Not if the invitation's open. [A beat. Another shift.] Open your mouth.

[His voice is a silky purr but his eyes are alight with a dare. He moves his free hand with a roll of a shoulder and a push of the chest to wrap around Zelos' neck, fingers toying idly with his hair. His other hand places the chunk of fish between his teeth, falling to his side as he leans down and meets his mouth without touching it, using his tongue to push the chunk of meat in.]

[This guy. Still going? Zelos isn't the type to think about the line between messing around and going somewhere with stuff like this (because what does it matter?), so his reaction in this case isn't too blown away. It's just a blink before his smirk twists into something darker himself.]

You're a little shit, you know that?

[Just getting that out there. Stop trying to beat him! He doesn't just open his mouth to take the fish, but closes it over Baroona's tongue with a playful bite to pull back and eat the fish before raising a hand from Baroona's leg to shove lightly at his chest. Get off you loser.]

Taste like it too.

[Just like that, he switches back to normal, allowing himself to roll off Zelos, laughing.]

Still win.

[Rolling to his feet, he waggles the untouched fish between his fingers, tossing Zelos his own–mostly eaten–one.] I'm taking my prize.

[Already biting into it at the tail-end of the sentence; he turns around, walking back to where his weapons are and sliding down in front of them.]

Oh, shut up. I just don't wanna have to deal with you sitting on me anymore.

[His tone is super butthurt, but it's a clear Zelos-specific sign that he's having fun, to be messing around like this. He gives an over the top sigh as he catches that mostly-eaten fish, staring incredulously as Baroona takes an uneaten one and leaves like that. Wow.

Standing up, Zelos steps over towards the fire and shoves the back of Baroona's head forward in a playful gesture before stepping around the fire to sit by his own things.]

[The shoving of his head makes him bite the inside of his cheek. He rubs at it while scowling at Zelos, picking up a small pebble with his free hand, tossing it at Zelos' leg.]

That's no way to thank someone for a free meal.

[Reaching down and catching that pebble like the show off he is.]

Free? You're kidding, right? I'm the one who had to catch that meal!

I never said you had to.

[Smirking very slightly as he says that because heh. It was totally implied that he did. Rips out another chunk of fish with his teeth.] You just did what I suggested.

[SHRUGS, tipping his head back and chewing.]

Oh, sure, I'll just leave the fishing to the guy who can't swim next time, then.

[Teasingly, just as he raises that pebble to flick back at Baroona, tearing off another piece to munch of the fish.]

[The flattest tone possible:] My hero.

[Catching the pebble and swallow his chunk of fish at the same time. Spits out the scales before continuing.] You don't need to know how to swim to catch a fish. There's other ways to do it.

[Wipes off his mouth on his arm.] I just wanted to see if you could do it.

[Although the river had looked deeper. Maybe he was confusing it with different areas. Rips off another chunk of meat.]

You could have fallen in. The current was easy enough where we were, but it got rougher later on.

[Way later on. He had heard it-- so this is a bit of cheating, but details. He flicks some scales over to Baroona as well.]

It was a lot deeper in areas too. What if you had really needed saving, hmm?

[Baroona watches him as he chews and mulls over the notion as he swallows, leaning back and picking his teeth with a finger.]

Then it'd be up to you.

[Pulling his knees to his chest, he rests his arms on his knees, idly picking off the scales and casting a sidewards glance at Zelos.] Would you save me?

[He's quiet at that for a moment, focused on the last bit of his fish that he tears off and tosses the rest aside. Over to Baroona, in fact. Basically trash can. He can have the leftovers if he wants some!

And then he's laughing a bit, like he's playing around.]

Of course, of course! Because you'd be relying on me, wouldn't you? [That smile is tinted dark even while it's carefree. Zelos is a weirdo idk how to word this shit okay.] I'm the type of guy you can count on!

[Briefly, his gaze flickers down to the leftovers before turning back up. Unlike Zelos, his eyes are serious, cutting through the carefree attitude to the core of the issue.]

Are you?

[It's a force of habit, this suspicion, but it's saved his life on multiple occasions.] If you say you are, I'll trust you. [A partial lie, but he's convincing about it. He wants to hear Zelos say it.]

That easy, huh?

[Something in his voice (though it doesn't deviate too far from his casual tone) shows that he's in disbelief about that.]

I'm serious!

[He doesn't believe it at all. He just wants to be believed in.]

[Baroona turns back to his fish, tearing the last chunk of it off.] I'll count on you then.

[There's a simplicity to how he says it that emphasizes the honesty of his statement. There's no lie here.
Swallowing the last chunk, he stands, throwing the remains over the other side of the rock.]

I'll take first watch. You get some sleep.

[He's quiet at that first part, using an excuse to shift towards his belongings. Count on him? Really, after two days? He's not sure he believes it, but he doesn't want to fight it, either. It's something he wants.

And even though he doesn't need sleep, he can sleep a few hours-- and he can fake it and go along with the flow instead of arguing that he should be watch. He's too lazy of a guy to argue without it being suspicious.]

Sure, sure. Give me a nudge when you wanna switch. [With a wave of his hand, he's moving to wherever the heck they set up to sleep (with his sword and clothes) so he can lie down there.]

I know.

[Not that he plans to. Two days, though short, is telling when things are like this. He'd half-expected Zelos to be gone after the first night and if not then, the second. Consistently he expected a betrayal and consistently he was proven wrong. There was merit in that–enough for a bit of trust. The amount required to keep each other alive. Maybe a bit more.

So long as Zelos stays asleep, Baroona stays on watch, fueled by gratitude–mostly–for not turning on him yet. If Zelos wakes up after four or five hours, he might see Baroona wilting, leaning against one of the rocks and trying to stay awake.]

[Zelos stays awake for about the first hour, pretending to sleep and wondering why Baroona had insisted on watching first. Worrying that things might go wrong, as well. It seemed they both were defensive on that part-- but nothing happened, and eventually he let himself drift to sleep for a few hours of shut eye.

That was all his body allowed. Four hours-- only three of actual sleep-- and now he was awake and slowly shifting to his feet. When he finds Baroona against the rock like that, there's a bit of a pause before he steps closer, softly, and nudges him with his foot.]

Yo. We can switch now. [Looking like this and he still hasn't asked... Of course Zelos was going to suggest it.]

I'm good.

[It's true. Tired as he is, this isn't the worst he's been. Experience has built a sturdy foundation–he could easily last the night. Just... be tired doing it.] Go back to sleep.

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