winter warm

[gloryisbullshit]

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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[onteamdyson]

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.

[gloryisbullshit]

"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.

[onteamdyson]

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.

[gloryisbullshit]

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?"

[onteamdyson]

"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."

[gloryisbullshit]

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."

[onteamdyson]

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."

AND I THINK tie the knot on this FOR NOW

[gloryisbullshit]

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