Sitting on a rock wearing said hat, good for shade.

Keep your eyes on your own chest.

You're just short so your face and chest are in the same spot.

Shut up, don't start saying weird shit about me.

Don't make me throw you...

Once again, I WILL catch it.

Wanna test that?

You sure? There's a lot of leg to grab, I can defiantly catch that dive kick.

JUST COME AT ME ALREADY FAT ASS.

(HE WAS READY THE ENTIRE TIME!!!! tossing her onto her ass.) See?

Giving up yet? I can do this all day.

Well, come at me again!

"No, I'm the one who took it in the first place. The sun was in my face." The meat head isn't even looking at him, eyes more focused on the mountains and scenery.

This isn't a battle of wits this is simply me wanting to fight. You're in your own head at this point.

Sunday.... I'm keeping my pants on.

Once again ripping his Gi off. "This is all you get for Sunday, now get back to training!"

Cracking his knuckles, hands in a fighting stance. "COME AT ME (reader)."

"Have it." Pinching the brim he tossed it at the gunslinger with a sigh. "You and your flashy outfit."