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Who: Kenzi and Party Poisson
What: SWEET HUNTING SHENANIGANS so good at hunting, wow so god
Where: Up in the norther edges, in the woods
When: Day 48, evening
Warnings: Hunting, so animal blood/death. Cursing, probably some serious conversations about death, who even knows.

Sometimes being at her back like this would be warm, intimate, fucking sexy. Y'know, close. Right now, though, it's cold, and they're both bundled up against the remaining chill, and his hands at her waist are to steady her, and his mouth over her ear is more utility than sensuality. He watches the grazing deer in front of them attentively, knows she's watching it too.

"Deep breath." He reminds her in a low whisper, eyes running down the crossbow. She's good, he's sure, but a little extra help never hurts. "It doesn't know we're here. Anytime now, Kenz. Deep breath and get it."

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Oh-- oh god. Oh my god, ew. Okay, that's-- that's a little graphic, there. Not even the years of gory movies or the real life troll blood left on their weapons or that time she saw A PERSON GET EATEN IN FRONT OF HER have desensitized her enough for this shit. She covers her face, more worried about getting blood on that than her clothes, and kind of... strategically skitters behind him while he continues to be super gross and woodsy. Wildernessy! Knife-saw-y... bleh.

"Yes, I was totally muttering angrily about you for no reason. You really are a soul-sucking bitch-- Of course not! I meant Sharon." Just gonna peek over his shoulder, see how it's all coming along-- NOPE. Back to crouching.

No worries, we're already through part one: opening. Now it's about parts two and three--disemboweling. Some conversation to distract her: "Sharon. Sharon? Oh shit, Sharon! You and the Kid--he's always goin on about'r, burnin her house down, whatever. What, what'd she do?"

This really isn't any better. Thank god for the conversation, because whatever he's doing over there sounds terrible.

"... You seriously want to get into this?" Because she's seriously stalling. And sighing. And-- okay, okay! "Not only does she treat everyone without grey hair and a freaking cane like a toddler with a sippy cup, she doesn't listen and freaked out on me without even trying to understand what was going on and just--" Hang on, Party. Kenzi grabs two fistfuls of his hoodie and just kind of screams into his back. Better!

No lie, he was like...half-listening. But when her screaming buzzes through his back, he goosebumps all over, stopping what he's doing to look over his shoulder at her. "Holy sh-what? What, freaked out about what? Holy hell, don't do that without warning the guy with a knife!

"It's not like you're preforming delicate surgery, man up! You still have ten fingers." She claps a hand on his shoulder and finally comes out from behind him. Oh, wow, that's gross. But she's too busy sulking to pay much attention to the fresh innards. "You know how Galen went missing?"

"Yeah, but I don't wanna cut you, smartass!" He settles back from the body, scowling gently. "Sure, he went, but he's back now."

... The tiniest of smiles appears for a split second, and then it's back to the story. "Yeah, but when he was gone everything went to pieces and a whole bunch of shit went down. Jesse and I went looking for him and we found Phil's body! So fun." Not fun. Not fun at all. This right here is like going to the circus compared to that night.

"We figured it would disappear like the others and we had about a billion other things to deal with and she's pissed because we didn't tell anyone until eight hours later, acting like I didn't fucking care about Phil at all! Well ... fuck her! So now I'm fired from an imaginary job and she'll forever think I'm a massive fuck up and Philliam is still dead."

The tiniest bit of disappoint shows in his face, and it doesn't go away. Party looks down, wipes his blade on the grass. "Shit. I, uh. I didn't know about...all this shit. Phil, yeah, cuz of the--" The stupid funerals that shouldn't have happened, whatever. He digs the tip of the blade into the dirt. "That's a lotta shit, K."

Not even including what went down in those eight hours, yeah, it is a lot of shit. But Party doesn't need to know about Jesse-stuff ever. No one needs to know.

Her expression hardens with resolve, and she tugs on his sleeve. "But we just got food! And you came back! So, I mean... whatevs, forget the other stuff. This is the uber important stuff." And complaining about Sharon isn't going to keep them alive. Come on, Kenzi. She's shifting from pissed back off to manic-optimistic. "Hey, you okay? Can I do something? Deer-somethings? If I keep bitching, you're gonna freeze your butt off. How did you even learn to do this?!"

"No, stop. Stop!" He pulls his arm away, not spitefully or anything, just to get her attention. "Don't do that, huh? Can you slow down for like a fucking second?"

Yeah, that resolve is gone, and she's back to looking like someone just set her favourite pair of boots on fire. "... No. Why?" Slowing down means letting all these stupid feelings catch up. She'd rather keep burying them under other stuff, thank you very much.

"Well, why--shit, you got all this goin down, you didn't say nothin to me, huh?" It's said a little less accusingly that it...could be said. He knows he feels cheated. He just doesn't know if he's allowed.

Wait, what? WHAT? His question just completely floors her. She was not prepared for this.

"Because... I--" Just back the hell up. She's gotta sort through everything to answer this one. Give her a second. "Because I didn't want to dump all my emotional shit on you and freak you out and then you bolt. Didn't think you wanted to hear it." Because she doesn't know what this is half the time. Are they still just friends that fuck? Does this count as a date? Are they actually a thing now? It doesn't really matter to her as long as he still wants to hang out.

He scowls, eyes falling to where he's digging at the dirt. "Fuck, if it's that big in your head, I wanna hear it. How'm I s'posed to know what's goin on with you, huh? You're--we're fuckin friends, right?"

"Yeah, well... it works both ways! Obviously we're friends, it's not even a question. But you gotta talk, too! I don't want it getting all one-sided. Like me complaining about my arm and all this junk and going on forever when you barely tell me anything! I can't even ask about where you come from." And hearing about him coming back from the dead from Kobra first freaking sucked, but at least he showed up after. And stayed. Okay, fine, he has a point.

She moves a little closer, leaning lightly against his arm and watching that knife in the dirt. "Sorry for not bitching at you more often, okay? I'd hug you, but you're all bloody, dude."

Fine. She has a point too. He won't admit it, but his tight jaw and red cheeks oughta betray him there. He bumps her arm back, points out cautiously, "You asked before, though. I didn't know you. See, I didn't know.

"So. Whatever you wanna know, that's. We'll make it even." A beat, and he rocks to the side to give her a peck on the cheek. "Maybe not. This second. Kinda all bloody."

Between the promise to make it even and the cheek kiss, she's just beaming at him right now. "Holy shit, seriously?! You'll seriously tell me stuff later?" Because it's really cool, and he's really cool, and maybe she can actually be honest about this stuff! Later. Much later. They have work to do. Gross, meaty work. And later means spending more time with him.

"Yeah, I prefer you un-bloodied, but I guess you're still pretty dang acceptable like this. Totes a rugged, provider-type look. So fiiiine."

"I do look best in red." He agrees, grin snapping across his face. "Here, help me out, mama: go grab the bag."

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AND I THINK tie the knot on this FOR NOW