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[borjafamily]

WHO: Borjas
WHERE: A canal near the high temple
OPEN/CLOSED: Closed
WHEN: Night of Day 4

[Astra has a cleaned-out planter as a bucket and is using it to wash herself in the canal. No soap or anything, just rinsing herself. Very thoroughly. ]

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[bad_in_latin]

Alright, alright. Let's get ourselves back t'shore.

[withswagger]

By your leave, captain.

[bad_in_latin]

Sure thing.

[ paddling again ]

[withswagger]

[now is he gonna do this or is he gonna wuss out. stealing a glance or two towards him, though he's mostly watching the shore for anyone who might discover them.]

[bad_in_latin]

[ shutup!! they make it back to shore easily enough. Mal also keeping an eye out. ]

Safe and sound.

[withswagger]

A flawless pair of bandits, us.

Still, let us quit this place. I'd rather not be sprung upon by unfriendlies.

[bad_in_latin]

Back t'our ivory tower then.

[withswagger]

Ah, that sounds so Dry...

Why don't we run?

[bad_in_latin]

... Why not?

[withswagger]

[there's a brief moment where he's still standing there, lookin' at him, in the simple stall/anticipation of "do we start running or is there ceremony??" like. do we just take off? say ready-set?...

....naw let's just take off]

[bad_in_latin]

[ whoops that catches him off guard. now he has to run just to keep up ]

-- hey!

[withswagger]

If this is what you've got, then keep up, old man!

[bad_in_latin]

Shut that pretty mouth've yours --

[ speeding up!! but let's face it balthier's probably faster ]

[withswagger]

[i'm a final fantasy character I spend 90% of my existence running.

HO HO HE THINKS I'M PRETTY

IT ALSO FEELS GOOD TO RUN]

[bad_in_latin]

[ and let's face it Mal didn't do a lot of laps on the spaceship. puffing a bit by the end. ]

I gotta go runnin' more.

[withswagger]

[grinning, smug. NOT WINDED AT ALL]

I'd hate to keep leaving my Prime in the dust.

[bad_in_latin]

... Now you listen a minute. It ain't my fault you're so fast.

[withswagger]

True. Feel free to comfort yourself with that.

[bad_in_latin]

[ hmmphs a bit and leans against the wall ]

[withswagger]

It's good timing if you're frustrated with your loss, though.

[taps his own cheek.]

Come, a kiss with your fist as that is what I've managed to woo you into, now that you're weak.

[bad_in_latin]

... Right. I promised, huh.

[ he still seems reluctant ]

[withswagger]

Bergen...

I grow weary of convincing you on this-- and I cannot push my desires upon you.

[bad_in_latin]

I know, I know. Still just don't seem right.

[ but ... he rears his hand back and reluctantly hits him in the faace ]

[withswagger]

[hit!

... huh. digesting... that. quick inhale!]

...Not so bad as I had braced for.

[bad_in_latin]

[ flushing a bit himself ]

Well I just gotta hit you, not lay you out.