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[grunehexe]

[If you've ever seen an illegal cam recording from the back row of a theater, you are familiar with the style of this broadcast.

Observe, (as best you can), the players upon the stage. The stage being the cave in which many of them have taken shelter from the storm outside, specifically a large, flat rock, at which two fine male specimens you may recognize as Achilles, son of Peleus, and a certain McCree, locked in the midst of a fierce... arm wrestling battle.

Bare arm muscles flexing, beads of sweat dripping, jaws gritting, knuckles white and shaking, eyes narrowed in concentration and competition, testosterone veritably sparking in the air... as two very fit grown men have it out in a no holds barred thirst-fanning battle of the bulges. Arm muscle bulges.

You might catch glimpse of the lovely referee, (blond, very appropriately serious about judging this contest, thanks, Riza), and hear snatches of people rooting for a particular candidate, (the broadcaster herself seems to favor Achilles, if "steel yourself for victory, Achilles!" is any indication), but mostly this is about enjoying a good man on man test of strength.

Until, that is, a voice can be heard.]

- Are you recording that?

[The video sadly? and promptly goes black as the magitek jewelry is clutched to a bosom in scandalous retort.]

Is it not a sight worth sharing? For posterity, you see-

[And apparently she thought it best to post... for posterty. What? Any lady or inclined fella unfortunate enough to not see it go down surely wouldn't want to miss the show... ?]

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[grunehexe]

It is something perhaps only a certain subset can appreciate...

[ofobedience]

What do you mean?

[CLUELESS]

[grunehexe]

What is it you prefer in your... lovers?

[He wasn't... unattractive, despite his weird personality, so]

[ofobedience]

[Well that sure is a question. There's a moment of faltering silence whilst he tries to come up with an answer.]

I...well. I suppose I've never given it any consideration.

[grunehexe]

Well, imagine for a moment that you were the sort to find... muscular men attractive... in which case, this display would be quite stimulating.

[That's a good way to put it, right?]

[ofobedience]

[Perhaps surprisingly he does take a moment to imagine it. Unseen, his brow furrows-- aside, perhaps, from a nebulous undercurrent of...what, longing? Intimidation admiration respect?? in the face of powerful domineering women, blonde women, or women with ample breasts, he's never really contemplated what sexual attraction might feel like. It's never really factored into his existence. And why is he having this conversation with a little girl, in a cave in the middle of a roiling storm? Life can be a mighty strange thing.]

I...see.

[Does he? He isn't sure. Doesn't sound it, either.]

[grunehexe]

[Well, as long as he... tried.]

A little harmless fun, that is all.

[ofobedience]

I suppose we all have to get our kicks somewhere...

[Though his tone suggests he can think of better, possibly more appropriate ways. It's worth noting that his idea of 'appropriate' is quite different from most people's, however.]

[grunehexe]

Especially in this place.

[Not that... she was wishing for a mission more like their past two.

But she definitely would have preferred staying in Oska.]

[ofobedience]

I'd say. I don't think I've ever been this bored.

[Though that's not strictly true-- unlike her he would prefer the violence of the previous mission, but this one has had it's own trials and tribulations. Opened wounds in him he didn't know he had.]

[grunehexe]

Is your squidge at least well behaved?

[ofobedience]

I suppose so, most of the time.

[grunehexe]

Small blessings, then.

[LE SIGH over hers]

[ofobedience]

I'll say. To begin with it was intolerable.

[Somehow or another, he seems to have cracked it]