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[weaponwithoutpurpose]

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[sixfeetofdirt]

Astarion is only slightly dramatic about making a disgusted noise and kicking the worm off the toe off his boot.

"Show me what to do so we can take turns," he asks Rosita, strolling over to her.

[handleyourshit]

She's still grinning when he makes it over to her and she shrugs.

"I'm kind of making it up as I go," she admits. Not a lot of rivers in Texas, after all. She trades the pole off to him anyway after showing him how she's using it to push them along the bottom when they start to drift.

"You just don't want fish guts on you."

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

"Don't worry. You'll get fish guts on you again soon," he promises and stands up. "Take us out there. Over the middle where the current drops off again. I'll spread some bait there in the big belly of the water and see what I can find. Y'all gonna help?"

[sixfeetofdirt]

"Of course," Astarion says serenely, changing their direction with care. "I'll have you know I've handled worse things than fish guts."

[handleyourshit]

"So have I." And been covered in them. "Doesn't mean I want it on me again."

She crosses to Jacob, giving the edges of their vessel as wide a berth as she can, peering down at what he's doing.

"Show me what you're doing."

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

"Throwing bait out to see what I can see. Maybe I can net something good," he explains, planting his feet firmly. "You want to hold the pole for me?" He smirks, glancing past her at Astarion. "I know your pole handling skills are top notch."

[sixfeetofdirt]

"Lifetimes of practice," Astarion drawls, but checks that their slow drift isn't going to take them anywhere untoward before sauntering over. "It's all the wrist. Is it really just a matter of holding it?"

a few days after pairings, once he's over his hangover

[reargunner]

Where are you

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

Walking Mae on deck.

[reargunner]

[He doesn't get a reply.

What he does get is Alexei walking up to him some minutes later, his pace fairly calm despite looking like hell, before he swings one fist back and throws it full force towards Jacob's face.]

That's for Abel, you fuck, and you're only lucky I found out now or I would have fucking killed you.

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

[He had been expecting something like this and so he doesn't put up a fight. He doesn't raise his fist to defend himself. Mae waits for the word, but he doesn't give the command to attack, so she stays and looks quizzically between them.

Jacob falls back, turning only so that he doesn't shatter his nose, and reaches up to rub a bit at the hit.]

Yeah, I know. That was my first clue that you didn't know.

[reargunner]

[He snorts, annoyed, and shakes the tingling out of his knuckles. If he wanted to do more than throw a single punch it would have been obvious from the outset.]

I'm pissed at both of you, just so you know. [Duh. He's just better at regulating and working through his anger than he used to be.]

You fucking deserved that. Fuck.

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

[He rubs at his cheek. It's going to fucking bruise and now he has to explain it to Astarion.]

Yeah, I know. I deserved it a year ago. I was an idiot and I was pissed at him.

[reargunner]

Yeah, you were an idiot.

[Then he looks away and gives Mae a pat on the head.]

Sorry you had to see that, girl. Your master's just a fucking tool.

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

[Mae licks his hand. No harm done. She's seen lots of people hit him.]

It's good practice for her. She shouldn't react to that unless she's working.

[reargunner]

Hmph. Well, done what I came here for.

[He gives her another pat, then turns on his heel as if to leave.]

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

[He just blinks at him.]

That's it? That's the only thing you want? [He sounds more amused than upset.]

[reargunner]

What, you expected more from me?

[He turns again but continues idly stepping backwards. He doesn't look like he finds it funny.]

Sorry to burst any bubble you had thinking I might be an unhinged dick about it. Could beat the shit out of you but it wouldn't change fuck all. And it'd just upset Abel.

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

You could try.

[But that wasn't what he was talking about anyway, so he doesn't actually argue the point.]

And yeah, Abel's already upset with me. Something about semantics.

[reargunner]

Sounds like a you problem.

[He stops walking, but folds his arms.]

And don't tempt me. Been working real hard on my fucking temper.

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

I'm not tempting you to do anything.

Don't let me get to you. [He walks to the railing and looks over it.]

[reargunner]

Oh, don't flatter yourself.

[It's been a while now since he lashed out at someone the way he used to. When he says he's been working on his temper, he means it.]

The hell else am I supposed to want from you. Not in the mood for guessing games.

[handleyourshit]

Rosita steps out of the way, turning her attention to chucking out some more bait while she watches and listens.

"This is why I don't get along with fishing very well. It's too passive." She's too impatient.

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

[He shakes his head.]

I don't know. I didn't have anything in mind; there's nothing to guess. But if you wanted to know why or any of that, I'll tell you.

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

He steps away from her to give himself some room, then casts the line out and plants his feet. "Passive my ass," he grumbles good naturedly. "You have to get a good cast and then you reel it in. Unless you're using a bobber like a child."