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[The video feed isn't quite up there in quality but it's good enough that one can see a very topless Genbu holding the device up to a mirror.]

Howdy-hoo! Im-

[His voice was toonishly high pitched. He clears his throat, and immediately it drops to his natural, much deeper sound.]

Sorry! Force of habit!! Say friends, any of ya know if there's a trainin' ground somewhere? I've been here a couple of moons now, and I haven't done a whole lot of activity like I did back home! Especially since I ain't draggin' my caravan around anymore! I think I'm startin' to shrink as a result...

[He flexes in the mirror, showing off what he thinks is a shrinking body, but even a low-res video can't hide how big he is. Still, he is concerned about his health.]

Oh uh, if anyone needs a sparrin' or trainin' buddy, I'm yer guy!

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[Genbu's definitely got his eye on that arm over his head. He's about to counter until he feels a powerful force right up his chin.

Ouch.

Shocked, he finds himself flying into the air before landing on his back. Holy hell, what was this guy made out of to send him flying like that?

Groaning, Genbu slowly gets back up on his feet.]

Damn, you've got spice for an ice boy! Hehe...

[Wiping his mouth, Genbu lets out a battle scream as he run towards Heine, intending to tackle him. Unlike the smaller man, Genbu wasn't one for tricks and stealth. He was brawns and passion, only facing his opponents head on.

After all, he was the damage obsorber. The damagers were usually his teammates as he distracted the target.]

[An ice boy. That's a new one. It makes Heine huff a laugh, almost quiet enough not to be heard.]

You're like a bull.

[But Heine is having fun. More fun than he had drinking beer; his pulse was starting to pick up with excitement, and he plants his feet. He's fast enough he could dodge out of the way, but he receives Genbu's charge with open arms.]

Oof--

[Damn, it's like being hit by a whole cow too. He wraps his arms around Genbu's waist, holding onto him as they tip back into the ground.]

[Genbu wasn't expecting to be hitting the ground when he tackled. Usually people dodge, or tackle back, making it a battle of strength, or something. Genbu props himself up on his hands, and looks down at the white haired man beneath him.]

Jeez, why didn't ya counter? It's almost as if ya want me on top of you!

[smirk]

Edited (too) 2021-04-22 11:50 (UTC)

[Heine could have, but decided not to. He has to be careful-- this is for fun and a work out, not to actually injure Genbu. He lets him gloat for a moment, but then uses the grip he had on the bigger man's waist to toss him on his back.]

[The albino sits up, then rubs a bead of sweat off his brow with the back of a hand.]

You look better on bottom.

Heh. And I suppose ya look good ridin' me.

[Genbu quickly sits up and wraps his arms around Heine's waist, and he attempts to headbutt Heine's forehead.]

[The sound of their skulls cracking together is pretty loud. Heine makes a noise of pain, lights exploding behind his eyes from the sharp impact. He shakes his head, a shiver running down his spine.]

You'd be better with your mouth stuffed.

[Is it a bully move to grab Genbu by the horn? Maybe, but Heine is a bully, so he's going to do it and try and headbutt him a second time.]

AAAGGH!

[Good thing Genbu has dense bones because seven hells that hurt a second time. Did he really just headbutt him back??]

Jeez, is givin' head all ya can think about?

[Enough games! Growing anxious from having his ears grabbed, Genbu uses all his might to stand up, and throw his whole body back to sling Heine off.]

[HE'S A BULLY.]

[Heine was on top of Genbu, but not exactly like he had his legs dug in around him, so the sudden shift in elevation and momentum of the throw has his fingers slipping off the horn and then faceplanting a few feet away.]

[He's climbing to his feet when--

he looks down at the grass, where his fingers and feet are pressed into, and strikes him how weird it is to feel earth beneath his fingers, rather than concrete. He's a little dazed, no quip back this time.]

Gah!! Whiplash!! Phew!

[Genbu clings onto his head as he stood to his feet. Heine pulling on his horn didn't help that much.]

Hana-chan? You okay? Ya got quiet...

[Genbu turns around and sees Heine on all fours. That was a sign that he was concious at least. That's good.]

I didn't throw ya too hard, did I?

[He has to stop thinking about the ground. He's sat on it, saw more beautiful things, especially during hanami, but it's still all something new. It's the first he's had a fight on it, that extra bit of spring and cushion soil gives.]

[He sits up and then back his knees and brushes a hand through his hair. He grabs his neck, popping it with a loud crack. He has a brief moment of relief-- then no, the ache.]

You'd have to try harder. Do you want to punch me or not?

Edited (just a slight dialogue shift ) 2021-04-23 06:32 (UTC)

[Genbu observes Heine, watching as he sits on the grass, lost in thought.

He took a moment for himself, merely studying the smaller man. Such an interesting fella, this guy was. So skinny yet so powerful.

He was intriguing. Genbu would even daresay kind of cute.

He smiles.]

Well I can't punch ya if you're sittin' on the ground! That's just a coward move! Get up and come at me!

[Heine huffs as if exasperated that Genbu didn’t just come over and clock him. He gets up to his feet, this time taking a moment to pull off his shirt, since he’s getting sweaty from the sun and movement.]

[He’s skinny, all lean muscle, barely any fat and despite the paleness of his skin there’s no scars except for the jagged pink line down his spine.]

If I was trying to kill you, you wouldn’t have the choice not to take that coward’s move.

[Heine raises his arms, curling his hands into fists, and closes the distance between them again. This time, he swings his body out in a kick.]

Edited 2021-04-23 23:54 (UTC)

Ah...

[Genbu froze for a moment, gazing at the body that Heune revealed. Such smooth skin...his was this the body of such a strong man?? It was...strange. Yet somehow beautiful.]

Hah! If I had a gil for every time someone tried to intimidate me like that--

[Oh wait, Genbu had seen this move! Someone used it on him back when he did Bokh at the beach! It was an illegal move but, though. How did it go again? Oh right.

Genbu attempts to dodge it, and if successful, intends to land a punch into Heine's stomach again.]

[Heine honestly thinks the way Genbu was looking at him was just along the same vein as everyone else does; he knows he looks weird, so so he's tuned out most observation of his body.]

[Genbu's dodge this time gets him excited again, even with a fist smacking into his stomach for it a right after. It hurts, but Heine chuckles a wheezing laugh as he gets his footing again after the kick.]

Good, Genbu.

[He goes for another kick, this time to Genbu's ribs.]

[The way Heine said that sent a tingle through Genbu's body.

Oh my.

It was enough to distract him, and into Genbu's ribs that fist goes.

Time passes. It's a quick back and forth of successful and failed punch throws, one after another. Genbu suffers, but he learns. He bleeds, he coughs, he sweats, and he learns. And little by little, he's understanding his opponent.

Time passes. Genbu is badly beaten. Luckily he's not suffering any broken bones, for his lifestyle has formed very dense and healthy bones.

Or perhaps Heine was holding back? How was he faring anyway? Genbu staggers, but he still stays on his feet, and looks over at Heine's state...]

[Genbu's impressed him, some. He has stamina that he wouldn't have come to expect for someone his size, and he found himself readjusting some times because of it. The blows he gets hurt too, and one time he bites a cheek, and the taste of his own blood just gets him amped up even more. The body matched the spirit.]

[Heine's skin is sunburnt. It doesn't take much time for the sun to cook him, so his shoulders and upper arms are pink with the burn, the steam of his healing warping the air around him. The rest of his body, which might have been bruised by blows just moments ago, was the same unchanging ghost white.]

[Heine still huffs, taking deeper breaths. He's getting tired.]

Is that all you've got, Genbu? You might as well just lay down and count yourself out now.

[He lifts his fists again, waiting. He'll end it before he gets too exhausted.]

Hah!??

[No. That's impossible. How the hell was Heine still instant? Genbu was sure he hit him! Several times in fact! He saw blood! And why is the man steaming??

Just what the hell was he? Such a mystery he was, Genbu couldn't help but be...enamored. The beauty of the unknown, of this strange man, made Genbu's heart race.

Genbu stood there, swaying, confused. Was he hallucinating things? But Gods, Genbu was tired. They must have been fighting for a bell or so now. But mama didn't raise a quitter.

Genbu's expression becomes serious, and he glares at Heine before turning into a taunting smirk. This guy wants to play hardball? Genbu's gonna play hardball. Using every last onze of his strength, Genbu let's out an intimidating battle cry as he sprints towards Heine, ready to put his all into this punch.]

GYAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!!!

[As if.

Genbu wasn't that stupid. This man was clearly healing himself, continuing to push one's self would be a dumb decision, and Genbu wasn't that stupid.

Rather than punch, when Genbu got close enough to Heine, he places both his hands on Heine's burnt shoulders... and claims the smaller man's lips with his own.

He wasn't sure why he did that. Perhaps him being enamored by the beauty of battle and bonding, by the mystery that is Heine, mixed with being hit in the head too many times might have caused him to make such a move.]

[Oh? Did Genbu figure out he's tired? Is he going to finish this himself?]

[Heine braces, readying himself to dodge or smack a fist out of the way. However, he was prepared for a blow, not to have his shoulders suddenly seized and pulled into liplock.]

[What. What is happening?]

[He's stunned. It's like his brain's frozen, and he stands awkwardly, his lips unmoving, because this-- he doesn't know what to do in this situation. His hands clench and unclech where he has them raised, a tremble of hesitation, and then he grabs each side of Genbu's face.]

[He turns his own head to the side, their lips making a light, embarrassing 'smack' sound as they part. Heine looks away, eyes mostly closed and mouth set in frown, and his face a bright, bashful red.]

Did-- Did you just kiss me?!

Heh...hehe...guess I did! I was just so mesmerized...or maybe I'm just not thinkin' straight considerin' the multiple blows to my head.

[Genbu takes his hands off Heine's shoulders, and then steps back, followed by immediately dropping to his knees.]

Its not fair...I can't keep goin' if you're gonna keep healin' yerself! Ugh...

[Genbu's hands drop to the grass.]

If I keep goin' at this rate, I won't have a workin' bod anymore. I give!

[He's extremely flustered!!]

[He touches his lips, not quite quite wiping them off, but rather just touches his lips and looks at his fingers a few times, his expression still confused. He's not even fully paying attention to Genbu.]

...I... I don't control it.

[Was that his first kiss? He's trying to think, filing through his experiences. Yes, that was it.]

No one's kissed me before.

Oh really? I'm yer first kiss?

[Genbu laughs, albeit weakly.]

Heh...great! Congrats. Hey listen, can we do this lovey dovey blushin' virgin shite a bit later? I'm kinda in pain right now...

[Well that gets his attention. Heine gives Genbu a shocked expression of concern, and he puts one hand on his shoulder to steady him as he leans to check his body.]

You'll live, right? I wasn't trying to break anything.

[Genbu laughs weakly once more.]

Yeah. I've had worse.

[Genbu slowly stands to his feet again, and limps over to Heine's side, then proceeds to throw an arm around his shoulder.]

Alright, Magic Healy Boy, we're headin' east. Well, actually let's go over to the spot where we threw our shirts, first.

[These kinds of pains have never been a concern for him. He's always an outsider looking in on these situations.]

[The arm on his sunburnt shoulders does sting though, so maybe that's karma.]

If you can't walk, I'm dragging you.

[Which he kind of does anyway, putting an arm around Genbu's back to support him and then just drags him towards their shirts.]

[Luckily Genbu can still stand somewhat, somehow. They arrive at their shirts, and Genbu picks his up. Genbu was glad his was a simple crop top jacket he could just skip on.

However, he doesn't, for he figured he didn't need to.]

No need to put yers back on. We're headin' to the bathhouse!

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