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[stefanged]

"It's Stefan. Leave a message and I'll get back to you when I can."

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[stefanged]

[Aggressively hungry is, weirdly enough, a good look on this kid. Stefan can't quite help adopting the smirk on his face.]

Okay, well... if we must, it's a good thing we're more than prepared. I think I can handle all but one of these guys.

[monolike]

I hope you're better prepared than you are to play the branch-touching game because I [jumps up to touch a branch] am beating you.

[stefanged]

You're keeping score?

[He sounds almost offended as he leaps back to tap that same branch.]

In that case.... winner gets to buy the loser dinner.

[monolike]

Stefan where am I gonna buy blood? [at least he is accepting of his inevitable defeat]

[stefanged]

What? No, I was gonna buy you dinner.

[... are they going to argue about who's losing?]

[monolike]

Oh yeah? That's gonna be hard to do if you're winning. [grabs a nearby branch, grabs stefan's wrist and lifts his hand to it before running off like a BAD CHILD]

[stefanged]

[He doesn't know what he expected, but THAT WASN'T IT.] Hey!

[Stefan's gonna run after Sorey, with absolutely no regard for the obstacles in his path - yep, he sure tripped over four branches on his way over, his hero hair's got a few twigs sticking out -]

How old are you again? Five?

[monolike]

Tripping counts as touching! Wow, you are winning so hard. [DODGING BRANCHES LEFT AND RIGHT, hahaha the only real way to win now is to lose]

[stefanged]

[WHAT, no, this is the opposite of good]

Excuse me? You're - [Now he's trying to dodge, gdi, super-speed is not a boon this time around!!] You're incorrigible, you know that?

[monolike]

And you're encourage-able! Look at how well you're doing. [this lil shIT]

[stefanged]

[BRO. Stefan doesn't even hesitate to use up all of his speed to catch up!!]

Um, rude.

[He gives up all pretense and just lunges for Sorey, fully aiming on tackling the kid (+ all that sweet hunting gear) to the ground. Who'll win? Who'll lose?

No one knows.]