Destroyer Polo Aftermath
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Snippet 52: S0ngD0g13
In the aftermath of the Destroyer Polo Game...
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Zuikaku picked up a skewer of dango and gestured with it. "You're surpringly calm about that near-miss earlier, Jaw. Most folks would be a nervous wreck in your shoes."
Jaw nodded. "Make no mistake, Zuikaku, I'm almost certainly going to have a panic attack later once it fully sinks in; I'm still a bit in shock, really. Thanks again for the save."
"It was reflex, mostly."
Jaw chuckled. "Good to know you care, Turkey." He picked up a skewer of his own and took a bite.
"You're an asshole, Jaw McAmis," said Zuikaku as she listened to one of her pilots orbiting above them report no one else around. "But you're my asshole. No one gets to kill you but me. Understand?"
Jaw raised an eyebrow. "Are you saying what I think you are?"
The carrier shrugged. "You croak, and I'm stuck with no one to swap barbs with. Life would get dull."
Jaw laughed. "Well far be it from me to deprive a lady of entertainment; I also juggle and ride the unicycle, though not both at the same time, I'm afraid. Pleasant conversation is only one of my many talents."
Zui snorted. "And self-preservation isn't one of your talents, or else your dad lied about all your adventures growing up."
"He didn't..."
"He did. The Knoxville Zoo, when you were six, the Camel Ride."
"I didn't get bucked off, and the fence damage was minimal."
"Your grandfather's farm, age ten, the twelve-gauge and the rooster."
"I paid Ray Thompson back for that ewe, and it's not like Dad didn't laugh while he picked the birdshot outta my ass..."
"Miley Gass, Eighth-Grade Homecoming."
"Low Blow, Turkey. Seriously below the belt." Jaw was blushing.
Zui sighed theatrically. "Face it, you draw trouble like chum draws sharks. You need a girl to keep you out of trouble, and you know what they say, if you want it done right..." She smirked.
Jaw smirked right back. "So you're saying I'm your boyfriend now? Don't I get a say? Maybe I've already got a girl, back in the States or up in Tokyo..."
Zuikaku grinned and grabbed Jaw by the shirt. "Then they're SOL; I'm press-ganging you."
Jaw smiled. "So ya are, Zui..."
"Shut up and kiss me, Jaw."
In the aftermath of the Destroyer Polo Game...
......................................
Zuikaku picked up a skewer of dango and gestured with it. "You're surpringly calm about that near-miss earlier, Jaw. Most folks would be a nervous wreck in your shoes."
Jaw nodded. "Make no mistake, Zuikaku, I'm almost certainly going to have a panic attack later once it fully sinks in; I'm still a bit in shock, really. Thanks again for the save."
"It was reflex, mostly."
Jaw chuckled. "Good to know you care, Turkey." He picked up a skewer of his own and took a bite.
"You're an asshole, Jaw McAmis," said Zuikaku as she listened to one of her pilots orbiting above them report no one else around. "But you're my asshole. No one gets to kill you but me. Understand?"
Jaw raised an eyebrow. "Are you saying what I think you are?"
The carrier shrugged. "You croak, and I'm stuck with no one to swap barbs with. Life would get dull."
Jaw laughed. "Well far be it from me to deprive a lady of entertainment; I also juggle and ride the unicycle, though not both at the same time, I'm afraid. Pleasant conversation is only one of my many talents."
Zui snorted. "And self-preservation isn't one of your talents, or else your dad lied about all your adventures growing up."
"He didn't..."
"He did. The Knoxville Zoo, when you were six, the Camel Ride."
"I didn't get bucked off, and the fence damage was minimal."
"Your grandfather's farm, age ten, the twelve-gauge and the rooster."
"I paid Ray Thompson back for that ewe, and it's not like Dad didn't laugh while he picked the birdshot outta my ass..."
"Miley Gass, Eighth-Grade Homecoming."
"Low Blow, Turkey. Seriously below the belt." Jaw was blushing.
Zui sighed theatrically. "Face it, you draw trouble like chum draws sharks. You need a girl to keep you out of trouble, and you know what they say, if you want it done right..." She smirked.
Jaw smirked right back. "So you're saying I'm your boyfriend now? Don't I get a say? Maybe I've already got a girl, back in the States or up in Tokyo..."
Zuikaku grinned and grabbed Jaw by the shirt. "Then they're SOL; I'm press-ganging you."
Jaw smiled. "So ya are, Zui..."
"Shut up and kiss me, Jaw."