schoolisin | (no subject)

Who: Anybody.
When: Day 2, Noon.
Where: Anywhere.
What:

[How are you occupying your time between rounds?]

Ah, so kind of ya to give me permission ...

[ sauntering on in ]

I got punched enough in Thusia, I'll pass on it here.

[he immediately shuts the door behind her]

Gotta admit, you did deserve 'em.

[ flashes him a grin, before promptly whirling away to poke her nose into everything ]

[ EVERYTHING ]

I plead the fifth.

[by all means, he is completely okay with Dash going through shit]

Fifth what?

[ Spoken with her head in the fridge WHAT'CHA GOT IN HERE ]

. . . nevermind. Why are you in our fridge?

S'called nosying.

[ Straightens up, idly tossing her braid back over her shoulder. ]

You guys've got a way different set-up.

[he leans against the wall, arms crossed]

I can't say I'm surprised.

[ APPROACHES ]

[water u doin]

[ pulling ur ears ]

[BUT WHY]

Dash—! Cut it out!

[ PUUUUUUUUUUULLS ]

This is what y'get for not bein' on a team with me!

[SMACKS AT]

It isn't as though I got a choice!

Don't care!

[ PULLS HIS CHEEKS INSTEAD ]

Been eatin' okay? You're a lousy hunter.

[HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO ANSWER YOUR MOTHERING IF YOU PULL ON MY FACE]

Oww—quit it, Dash!

[ STOPS. ]

[ But this expectant look says GET TALKIN' ]

. . . what?

[nope]

[ okay, pulling on your ears again it is ]

C'mon! It ain't that hard of a question to answer. Have you been eatin' well or not?

[grabbing her wrists before she can do that thANK YOU]

I've been eating enough.

[translation: no]

[ WELL OKAY ]

[ uses wind magic to fluff up his hair instead ]

Lizardshit!

[ . . . he flattens his hair back down]

[ which means he has to let go of at least one wrist ]

[ TICKLE TIME ]

—no don't—!

[SHIT TRYING TO GRAB THAT WRIST]

[ you lost your chance when you let go, bro ]

[ enjoy this tickle torture ]