Smile-Time Cabin Living Room, Monday evening

[blondecanary]

Time for The Chad Show!

Dinah had popcorn and a sugar-buddy, who also had his own popcorn. And she had soda and drinks for her cabin-mates, if they wanted to join in, and phone at the ready.

"So yeah, my necklace turned into a clone of my sister. But nowhere near like your Uniform."

[for puppy_fair, the cabinmates, and friends who cheer on Chad!]

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[puppy_fair]

Because a pet was totally more responsibility than helping to head a local military group, yes.

... Depending on the pet, maybe.

"Honestly, I'm not exactly sure yet," Zack replied with a shrug. "I didn't really get the chance to talk to anyone to sort out those details this weekend, what with the... thing with the stuff. And this morning..."

Well, this morning Arthur had kneed him in a very, very owie place. There had been mostly gasping like a fish at that point. Not so much organizing.

"And Leto's been a tree."

[blondecanary]

Dinah'd been about to ask about the morning, because she had been in the salle and all, when he came out with that bit of news.

"What, again?"

[puppy_fair]

"I guess so? Arthur is pretty convinced that he just does it to be difficult, I think." Zack grinned faintly and shrugged. "Or else that's Arthur being Arthur. The world may never know."

[blondecanary]

"I know he's not doing it on purpose, unless he's a Zen master of vegetation. Which I guess he could be? But Arthur is totally being Arthur." Dinah grinned at him. "You may have noticed he's like that. 'Cause it would kill him to be otherwise."

[puppy_fair]

"And we wouldn't want that," Zack agreed. It was said very pleasantly, slight squirm in memory of the events of this morning aside.

There were some places that knees should never go. Not even during friendly sparring, dammit.

[blondecanary]

Dinah reached out and gave Zack a very, very gentle pat on the knee. 'Cause owwwwww. "Chivalry has its uses. Not getting hurt in ouchy places during practice is one of them," she said sympathetically. "Want more popcorn to make up for it? Or more Mountain Dew? I can't drink all I had laid in."

[puppy_fair]

"There would have to be something really, really the matter for me to turn down Mountain Dew," Zack laughed, giving his shoulders a light shrug. "I probably had it coming to me anyhow, but still. Ow."

Said the guy who got hacked up by swords, shot at, lit on fire, and clawed apart on a regular basis, yes. For a living, even.

[blondecanary]

Dinah got up to retrieve one for him, and handed it over she flopped back down next to him. "I dunno, I think you should get to wear a, um." She turned red. "Protective gear, if Arthur's going to pull stuff like that. Do you need some aspirin?" she added, not sure how long these injuries lasted.

It was Arthur! It could be a while!

[puppy_fair]

Oh, Zack was so going to invest in some of the aforementioned protective gear, now that Dinah had mentioned it, yes.

"I'm fine," he replied, cracking open the Mountain Dew and giving her a lopsided little grin. "I'm pretty resilient, you know."

And he hadn't been planning on ever having kids, anyhow.

[blondecanary]

"Good for you," Dinah said, beaming at him. "We can't ever let Arthur discourage us. Although he's a little more hands-on with the discouraging techniques with you."

But they'd be so cute!

[puppy_fair]

"Just a tiny bit. I think he actually broke my nose last week," Zack laughed. Because that was totally amusing to him, for some reason, yes. "But if I can't take it from him, I can't really take it back home, so I don't mind. On the field, someone might have followed up that knee with a sword or something, you know?"

If Zack ever had kids, they would probably be most easily referred to as a litter. And there would need to be squeaky toys involved in their upbringing.

[blondecanary]

Dinah frowned, now feeling like a wimp that she enjoyed learning without being beaten up by Arthur. Of course, it was more trouble than it was worth to have that fight with him for what, the third time? Still. "You are more hard-core than I," she said soberly, then sighed. "Maybe I can get him to take me seriously as an opponent when I get better."

Dinah would send them cartloads every single birthday.

[puppy_fair]

"Is he the only one you're practising with right now?" Zack was well and truly curious, yes. He was also hell-bent on throwing himself out there to help everyone in the universe who ever needed help with anything, ever. "If you want somebody to mix things up with sometime, I'm usually up for a spar, too."

[blondecanary]

"I used to spar with Alice too, but she's eased off on it lately a bit," Dinah said thoughtfully, taking a swig of her drink. "Would you be okay with that? I wouldn't want you to go easy on me, but I would be wearing major padding. I'm not very good yet." She grinned brightly. "Sparring with you hand-to-hand might be fun too, same deal. You're bigger than I am, but I'm getting better!"

The bounce was implied.

[puppy_fair]

"Hey, I'm up for whatever," Zack decided, grinning and implying a bounce right back. His wardrobe was a little limited at present. He didn't want to spill his Mountain Dew on himself if he didn't have to, after all. "And whenever, too. Just let me know when is good for you, and I'll be there!"

[blondecanary]

"High-five!" Dinah held up her hand, looking triumphant. "Plan. Woo!"