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oh, joke’s on you, mate. i will.

prepare your eyes, then. ‘m gonna do it and you’ll look like an idiot.

‘m a bit rusty, but — [ well, he definitely ( attempts * ) a flip. almost succeeds, but doesn’t stick the landing. he’s alright, really. ]

screams.

/ ok hi it feels good to be back babey 🥴

big ol’ grin. hi.

“like bloody ( shit, ) mate.” his vulgarity is countered by a grin. he figures it’s all part of banter, after all.

smug grin accompanies laughter. what? didya get frightened? bit of a spook, maybe?

wouldn’t have screamed if i knew you had a hot iron. sorry ‘bout that, mate. you alright?

/ the urge.. to make a vigil..

“y’know, i can always ( duck. ) i’ve got the size advantage here.” a chuckle — he’s not typically one to take the “cowardly” way out of sparring. “‘sides, size is deceivin’, you know. might get a kick on me, but i bet i could beat yer ass.”

avocados from mexico

/ me when i’m a king w no self control 🥰

that would be me, yes.

“hey, hey, don’t be bloody ( rude. )” a snicker, blatantly failing to take it seriously at all. “i can fight just as well.” it’s a lie and he knows it, arms crossing over his chest. he can at least sell confidence. “i’m not surprised — ‘s awful impressive, though. good job.”

i just got back! went out and about — took a real nice trip. had a few heart attacks here and there.

not seriously, don’t worry! [ a thumbs up, big grin accompanying it. ] c’mon, i’m too young to get heart attacks, rubes. you worry too much.