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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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... Why not?

[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]

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

-- hey!

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

Shut that pretty mouth've yours --

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

[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]

[ 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.

[grinning, smug. NOT WINDED AT ALL]

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

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

True. Feel free to comfort yourself with that.

[ hmmphs a bit and leans against the wall ]

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.

... Right. I promised, huh.

[ he still seems reluctant ]

Bergen...

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

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

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

[hit!

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

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

[ flushing a bit himself ]

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

[Balthier is studying him again... like how genuine Bergen has been is yet again sinking in]

I shant complain if it filled you. Did it?

[ prettty genuine. not that he's a liar exactly, but he holds back in front of the others. this is more relaxed, the leader mask dropping somewhat. ]

I surely feel full. Huh. This an' the snack must've done it.

[DOING MY JOB!! and feeling... pretty good about it...]

Glad to know I can sate one appetite at least.

An' yours? How you doin' there?

. . .

[pauses. . . he looks a little guilty?]

About that. . .

... Don't tell me you've been harrassin' me about food without eatin' yourself.

I'm afraid I've been a scoundrel with you, Bergen.

[ ??? ]

Say what you mean.