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[woodfortono]

[holy crap i am actually training for once?]

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[blueondeck]

[How surprising ... and confusing. Did you get lost?]

[woodfortono]

[no, shut up

and don't have a heart attack]

[blueondeck]

[Maybe I'm the one in the wrong place. This can't be right]

[woodfortono]

[well, you better figure it out quick, because when he turns and sees you he's going to stop]

[blueondeck]

[No it's probably too late]

[woodfortono]

[well all right then]

...Joe? [lowering his sword and wiping sweat off his face awkwardly] Uh. Hi.

[blueondeck]

Hi.

[You were really training ... what has the world come to]

[woodfortono]

[looks at your expression of mild disbelief, then down at his sword, before he shrugs, his grip tightening on it]

I'm sort of tired of getting my ass kicked.

[blueondeck]

[That's not exactly going to stop happening]

. . . Ah.

[woodfortono]

[...shut up!!]

What's up?

[blueondeck]

[Realistically speaking, I'm here because you in fact do keep getting your ass handed to you.]

Nothing.

[woodfortono]

Oh.

[his stomach knotting a little]

...haven't seen you around much. How've you been?

[blueondeck]

I've been fine.

[A lie, but Basco has been doing well as a host ... oddly.]

[woodfortono]

Yeah? Still staying with Basco?

[blueondeck]

[nods once]

He's not bad to live with.

[woodfortono]

Why are you living with him?

[blueondeck]

That's where I want to be right now.

[woodfortono]

[his jaw tightening helplessly]

...why?

[blueondeck]

Why are you asking?

[woodfortono]

Because you're staying with Basco and you told me to avoid Basco and I'm finally listening, but you never come and crash with me anymore and I never see you anymore and that's making it totally impossible to deal with the fact that you stabbed me to death and it sucks! [blurting out all at once, breathing hard]

[blueondeck]

[That .. that's a lot to think through. Give me a second to sort through all of that.]

[woodfortono]

[his jaw works a little and he shifts, but he stays quiet, by some miracle]

[blueondeck]

[Reaches out for you but stops short taking his hand back as if he were burned by the thought. Instead looks down, thinking.]

I'm sorry.

[woodfortono]

[takes two quick steps forward and snags your hand, gripping your fingers]

...s'okay.

[blueondeck]

. . . Are you really that jealous?