this process by itself is, after all, somewhat underwhelming. whatβs so exciting about digging out the innards of a gourd?
but that bladeβ that looks like fun.
with renewed interest, hernando glides up to him. )
mister subedar, may i see your sword?
( satisfied, hernando drops back against the nearby fence. itβs nice to watch subedar work; heβs good with his hands, scarred handsβ heβs never seen them without the gloves. he has his own fair share of scars to match, a source of pride themselves. [β¦]
I'll be nice this once.
( he throws the guts far into the grassy fields, scattering them. A future feast for the plants and animals. Then he throws the last small bits at the matador playfully, getting some on his chest )
Oops, gotta work on my aim
( he grins )
Your turn
a few bits spatter on his vest. he looks down, then back up at his offender, and wipes it away with a tight smile. )
so, you do have a bit of fun in you.
( no stainsβ just a wet spot at his chest. the man is playful after all: just a little entertainment. [β¦]
( he leans forward in his seat, retrieving the bottle from the nearby coffee table, and with a hum, fills his glass right back up. in reality, he doesnβt look the least bit concerned. heβll manage. heβs escaped danger many times before. his gaze flits sideways. [β¦]
conversation is one such method, i suppose. β¦ though, iβve yet to decide if youβre worth the trouble if all you can offer is mind numbing small talk β¦
help me finish this. then, you can tell me what it is you do for fun.
( he appears to need no help at all, but pushes his glass towards valden, reaching instead for the bottle himself. he brings it to his lips and drinks. the wine leaves a thin trail down his jaw, [β¦]
hah! between the two of us, youβd be the first, my friend.
( a mischievous laugh. he plants a hand on richardβs shoulder. )
keep up with me, then. if you do become faster .. then i suppose iβll finally get to enjoy the challenge of keeping up with you instead.
ah, some do get gray hair early on, from stress, for instance! thereβs an ever more egregious thought; what if, one day, i become too quick for you to catch up, hm? all this training iβll get from you, turning against you.
( his expression twitches, tightening a little at the edges. one hand sits at his hip, the other running sharply through his messy hair. )
i did a good job didnβt i ..? why not show it off a little?