Orb, Day 2 of the Great Heat's Beginning

[warewolf]

[Kay looks tired. His injuries haven't fully healed yet -- there are some bandages visible above the neckline of the tunic he's wearing. It looks like he's done his best to hide them, but not quite succeeded.]

So, uh...I've got this horse, and...does anybody want it? I mean, I'm not going to do anything with it. I can't freaking ride a horse. So it might as well go to someone who can, right?

I can get around just fine without it, and I don't have a clue how to take care of the damn thing. Someone take it off my hands already. Same with this sword thing.

[He holds it up, turning it back and forth in the light, looking at it.]

I don't need it. I don't even know if it's any good. But if I keep it, it's not gonna kill anything but dust bunnies, because it's not coming out from under the bed, you know what I mean?

Any takers? I'll trade you something for them.

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[warewolf]

...thanks, but no thanks. I'll stick to what I know.

[One, Kay doesn't feel he needs to learn swordfighting, not when he has FISTS wolf claws. Two, he doesn't want to make an idiot of himself in front of someone here trying to learn something new and potentially dangerous. Three, this guy would want something in exchange for the lessons, and Kay doesn't want to be in anyone's debt.]

[bondsoflove]

Suit yourself.

[warewolf]

Appreciate the offer, though.

[bondsoflove]

Yeah. Just don't come crying to me when you get backed into a corner.

[warewolf]

[Jeez, and here he was trying to make his refusal a little more polite. Forget THAT, then. It's time to play petty teenage games!]

Don't worry. I don't cry in front of assholes.

[bondsoflove]

Wow. I'm so insulted.

[Said flatly.]