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IC / Re: Success is survival. [Open]
« on: December 13, 2017, 06:21:28 PM »

A long drawn out sound was formed after the question that had been presented to him, a much longer and more awkward version of the noncommittal 'ahh' that had been made before. It seemed Connie was reluctant to answer what had been asked of him, as if the question wasn't a simple one, but was some complex thing with a very artificial reply that had to be woven together into something coherent. It wasn’t really something that could be said with a clean single yes or no! Except for the fact it totally was, and still Connie was struggling with it.

After a moment, the teen simply offered a sort of sheepish smile in reply, brows furrowed together with a sort of worry that was hard to fake. He wasn’t over exaggerating; he just... didn't like giving bad news like this in social situations. Connie's hand that had been up to itch along his jaw line, then smeared down to cup over the side of his neck, letting the limb hang loose from its new grip.

"I mean... ah...where there's food..."

That was about as concrete a response as he was willing to offer at the moment, which was plenty enough to get the bad news across. Even though it was such a mild and insignificant situation in the grand scheme of the world, it felt like he was gifting the other kid some kind of death sentence where food was abolished and he would now starve to death or something. It wasn't true of course, even if the monstrous black pit of food-death could wipe out everything in her path the fact was that one night of hunger wouldn’t kill any of them, and even then Connie had bread...

But that was his bread!

"If you were so concerned about missing dinner, why were you out here messing around?!"

Some combative tones came into play while he said this, getting a bit defensive now that he felt his own bread portion was being challenged. He didn't want to share, but already he could tell he would probably be guilted into it, simply because he tries to be a good person on some level. It didn't mean he didn't get a bit aggressive with his responses at times, as he could be a bit confrontational, but deep down he wasn't mean, and his next actions showed as much.

Stuffing the chunk of bread under the thick fabric band that was bundled around his waist for safekeeping, Connie stepped forward and offered a hand to help Axel up. If the other boy were to take it, Connie's free palm would clap over the other teen's wrist for a secure grip, before tugging up hard to try to heft him up to his feet. It was hard to tell just how tall Axel was from looking down at him on the ground, but Connie was fairly confident that he was one of the shortest here, and so he tried to put some extra 'oomph' behind it to make sure the kid could get to his feet fully despite possibly being taller than him.

That is, if Axel even accepted the offer.

IC / Re: Success is survival. [Open]
« on: December 08, 2017, 05:25:22 AM »
A small little smirk formed as the other teen seemed to power through his less than nice prank, continuing counting again after only the smallest of momentary hiccups. It was kinda' impressive that the individual managed to not get slipped up or confused, or perhaps Connie just had a very low standard on what 'impressive' actually was. What was truly the impressive part though, was how this individual even WAS doing that many pushups to begin with. Getting near a hundred was a lot of strain, especially if someone was doing them properly and not sneaking in ones with improper posture.

The thought alone made Connie's arms itch, ghost pains creeping beneath the skin as an unwelcome reminder of doing such things in training. Nope. No-siree, that was not a fun experience, and while it was not only needed, it was expected of them, it didn’t mean he was going to do any extra credit. He could slice through the dummy napes just fine. It wasn’t any gold stars, but he hit the benchmark just enough.

These thoughts caused him to lift his free hand, rubbing the bicep of the other to try to shake away the odd imagined feeling. It wasn't going away however, not while Axel was still powering forward. Was this shame? Is that what Connie was feeling?... No... nahhh. He was perfectly fine! But he was considering telling the kid to stop showing off, a thought that was instantly halted when Axel gave up on his own and ceased the braggart display.

"Hey yeah, no problem thar! Nobody should have to miss a meal!"


Swing and a miss!

Axel's sarcastic comment seemed to zoom straight over the other teen's head, there not even the slightest of inkling that Connie was playing along, or had made his reply in jest. No sarcasm, no raised brows, nor a twisted smirk... there wasn't even a sassy crook to his posture to try to hint at it. He spoke earnestly, as if honestly believing that he was doing him a favor in reminding him that there was food available and he had been grateful. The next question though, did cause his happiness to waver, a sort of uncertainty creeping up.


The noncommittal noise whined out, Connie lifting a hand to scratch idly at his jaw just beneath his ear with a forefinger. It had been a good question, and it should have been easy to answer, but... he frankly did not know. They all had portions right? They all were guaranteed a share in the mess hall, but... if no one came to claim the food, was it divided out to the remainder? If it had been, than there was no chance that there would be anything remaining, not with some of the larger individuals that liked to clean up the scraps, as well as the bottomless pit of a certain someone that should go unnamed.

"Err... uh... maybe if you run?"

He offered a sheepish grin, not knowing, lowing his arms down to fold behind him in a way-too-late effort to hide his bread.

Plotters / Re: Sorry, but I'm a Genius!
« on: December 07, 2017, 03:41:57 AM »
I mayyy have hopped instantly upon your open thread, ahhaa... but heyoo, depending on how that goes and first impressions, a training exercise could be fun. One trying to cut corners, the other being super serious mode... recipe for disaster.

IC / Re: Success is survival. [Open]
« on: December 07, 2017, 03:35:29 AM »
Oh lookout, we have another little hard-ass serious-dude over here!

What was with the people in this group that liked to take things so critically? Why did they dedicate themselves to the task at hand with such a psychotic amount of ambition it crossed to crazy town as far as he was concerned? WHY was Connie straining brain cells trying to figure out these abstract concepts in the first place...?

Ambition wasn't bad. A goal, a hard set line that you tell yourself you have to meet. They all had them in one form or another, Connie really wanting to prove a few points and earn a place in the top ten so that he could rub some people's noses in his success... but just because he was determined, did not mean he stepped over the line that seemed to separate him from... whatever it was that was going through this unfamiliar kid's mind to make him do what he was doing.

Connie could only baulk in wonderment while he watched the other teen, not really sure what to make of the situation. This wasn’t actual training time; this wasn’t going to be judged for their overall scores... It was pointless. While exercising could technically make someone stronger to be able to accomplish the other tasks easier, if you were too tuckered out from the exertion the following day, than it really didn’t help out much when it really counted.

Or so was the gray haired teen's thoughts on the matter.

Whatever the case, Connie was standing not too far away, clutching a partial piece of bread he managed to thieve from dinner to enjoy on his own without a particular SOMEONE trying to badger him for it. The need to hide and sneak food away that had already been allocated to him was a new one, but it was also a concept he was catching onto rather quick. If he hadn't? Well, Connie didn’t know if he could afford to have his height stunted any further than it already had been if Sasha were to managed to guilt more off of his plate.

The bread was simple, a heavier knead with a thick shell of crust on its outer surface that had dried out and hardened to a stone like finish. This meant that once Connie's footfalls halted, Axel would be able to pick up the distinct sound of the questionable food being chomped into with a crackle. After this noise, a teen's voice piped up a moment later, speaking through a full mouth.

"Eighty two, seventy nine, ninety four..."

The garbled words may have been muffled some by the bread, but the numbers were still clear, Connie smirking wildly as he knew he could be throwing a wrench into the boy's attempt to keep track of what number he was on. If you were to ask him WHY he would do such a thing, really, he would have no clue. It just felt fitting for the moment, and seemed funny on some level, though perhaps may be a bit mean. In his logic however, a few extra or less pushups after what... eighty of them!? Wasn't going to be the make or break scenario for survival.

"So like-"

Connie choked slightly on the dry bread, swallowing hard before continuing.

"Ghrh- -Like, were you not gunna' go get food?"

Nightfall loomed over the horizon, the days end soundly creeping up upon the camp as cool air slid in. It brought with it a blanket of quiet as the days activities rounded down to a calm hum. It would likely not be very long, before crickets chose to chirp out their first calls for the night.

If Axel were to look up, he would see that Connie was already wearing casual clothes for the night, having abandoned his uniform as soon as he could without getting in trouble. It was a plain yellow linen shirt, with short sleeves, and a bundled wrap of fabric tied around his waist. His pants, were battered, cut off below the knee, leading down to a set of well worn shoes that were nondescript and simple.

"Probably should."

Training Corps Barracks & Grounds / Natural Selection [Sasha]
« on: August 19, 2017, 07:02:26 AM »
((I apologize for how long it took to make this! My computer farted out, and now my dad is in town, so free time was, and still is, rather limited.))

It was early in the day; the nights chill still being warded away by the sun which was held high above the distant tree line. It sent scattered rays of yellow across the area, broken up and dispersed by a few thin wispy clouds that flecked and curled high in the sky, fading at the edges with a translucency that vanished entirely in a soft gradient. A light breeze flicked over it all, causing foliage to shuffle and dry brittle grasses to shift in reply, carrying the fallen leaves away into the corners of buildings where dead spots formed. It really was poised to be a peaceful day; one the cadets could use to recover from their rigorous training the day before, but that wasn't really going to happen for some that had other plans.

Connie stood a short distance away from the girls barracks, leaned up against a nearby tree that was spindly and rather young compared to those further into the forest. Its branches twisted and spiraled up towards the sky, casting minimal shade for the boy while he waited.

He didn't want to be too close to the barracks that he was labeled a 'pervert' or anything else out of line, but he still wanted to wait for Sasha to get out and catch her before she ran off to do something else for the day. Connie didn't think there would be issue with his waiting position, since he had done this multiple times before. The gray haired teen was almost a regular at this point, most if not all of the girls understanding exactly what he was there for. It was this familiarity with his spot, which left him toeing the ground with his shoe to push and shove around a small rock that he had come to recognize well at this point.

There was movement then towards his side, and he looked up, attention perked and interest high, thinking he saw the brown haired girl, but instead, it was a different pair, who were chatting as they hopped down the steps, and veered to the left to keep going about their day, not even passing him a second glance. In response to this, Connie simply huffed slightly, his shoulders stooping as he seemed to deflate, wondering if Sasha was sleeping in or slacking off. For all he knew she may have left the other exit, and he was waiting for nothing!

It wasn't like he could check on this however. He knew, KNEW, the second that he would leave this point to look at the other side, that she would leave and they would miss each other entirely! That was just how luck tended to go with this stuff! And he couldn't walk inside, because the wrath of every female in the area would be upon him in an instant. With this thought, he concluded that he would ask the next girl that would exit, if Sasha was even still in there or not.

He hoped they didn’t miss each other entirely or that she wasn't sick or didn’t injure herself or something else bad. He had planned this for awhile now, and they didn’t really get 'off days' like this too terribly often. Connie knew they could probably do what he had planned after training sometime; it wasn't THAT time sensitive... but... that didn't mean he would favor it if he could do it on a free day.

With this in mind, his gaze flicked back down to the ground so he wasn’t creepily staring at the building, going back to toeing the stone by rolling it back and forth beneath the sole of his shoe with a crackle of gravel and grit.

Plotters / Re: Sorry, but I'm a Genius!
« on: August 06, 2017, 04:54:00 AM »
No problems! Real life always comes first!

I am happy to hear that you love the slingshot idea though, because I have wanted to play that for a bit now and think it could be absolutely fabulous ahhaa. I am more than willing to start an opener; I got an idea for it already. It just may take a day or two for me to complete it however if my laptop struggles to comply. My main computer is getting repaired because it crapped out this morning.

As for a follow up thread, I will try to come up with something Connie could try to hide that has some significance to it in the meantime. -salute-

IC / Re: Tired Stressed and Angry (OPEN)
« on: August 05, 2017, 08:59:59 AM »
When Armin said that he could make it to the Military Police, without any sarcasm or snide tones, pretty much everything else that had been said was buzzed out and not heard fully through the wave of validation and eager joy that surged through him.

"Finally! Someone that understands greatness when they see it!"

Connie slapped his hands down atop his knees while he said this, his voice pitched higher and projected loudly with excitement and happiness that cut through the silence of the immediate area like a blade. Not many people responded and gave him praise like Armin just had, the majority teasing or knocking him down, or trying to belittle him by saying he can't compete with people like Annie. Who cares if he can't beat them? He just had to make it into the top ten! He could be tenth! His height and smaller muscles weren't going to define him!

The sharp movement Connie had made during his excitement however, decided to betray him, making him wobble forward unintentionally in tandem with the slapping impact of his hands hitting his knees. The young teen's balance was pitched forward because of this, and he already knew what was going to happen, before it even did as everything seemed to slow down for a brief moment. While the drop wouldn't kill anybody unless you somehow went head first and landed perfectly, it still could twist an ankle or sting, and a momentary spike of adrenalin shot through him.

There was one thing Connie was good at however, and that was moving fast when he was really put under pressure. It was only this bit of hyperactive speed that allowed him to slice his hands backwards with a sharp snatch, able to clutch onto the back edge of the branch just as his seating slipped completely off. What would have ended with him careening out of the tree feet first, instead just made him kick wildly at the air for a brief moment, until he could wrangle himself back in place. Once he did so, he dusted off his hands, acting like that was completely normal.

"Yeah I'm good."

Connie smugly murmured this, a sort of smirk pulling back while he basked in his own greatness. It was only then he tried to catch up to what Armin had said however, his mind clunking along to fill in the gaps while his heart rate still sped a mile a minute from the spook a moment prior.

"Wait you want to see what now?"

Grade A+ listening skills there Connie...

IC / Re: Tired Stressed and Angry (OPEN)
« on: August 02, 2017, 07:17:44 PM »
Armin's comment about how people have days where they just want everyone to go away, somewhat confused Connie. Was that the blonds' way of telling him to back off and leave? Wouldn't it be a lot easier for Armin to go away instead since he was a good eight or so feet up in the air? Instead the other teen had sat down at the base of an adjacent tree, settling in while casting a stone at the nearby pond.

The stone that had been thrown plunked audibly a short distance away, the skipping pops causing heavy ripples to radiate out. It broke up the reflective surface with broad rings that faded the further they got away from the source of agitation. It would not take long for it to even out again, faint reflections from the trees above flicking over its surface. Really, this was a good secluded place, one where people could try to escape, but if everyone had the same idea, it could lose that quality quickly.

Looking down at Armin, Connie didn't make any moves to get down from the tree, rather comfortable where he was for the moment as a breeze shifted past. It had been a bit of a chore to get up here the first time, needing to effectively shimmy up the trunk since he could not reach the lowest branches. As far as he was concerned, there were two options. He would get down with the dry branch he wanted, or he would fall. It seemed to work for now, Armin still talking to him though the conversation took a different turn that he didn't expect.

Connie garbled out a bark of a laugh at Armin's last words, it couldn't be helped. Eren was rather... psychotic... and his ambition to murder things that could sneeze on him and kill him was crazy in his eyes.

"Hahuh- yeah, guy is going to get himself killed."

Pausing after he said this, he realized that saying that about Eren to ARMIN of all people probably wasn't smart, though it was honest, and Connie wasn't one to lie. After this, he proclaimed proudly what he hoped to accomplish, his spine straightening and head held high, as if the branch he sat on was a throne and he was something to be admired and worshiped.

"I am going to join the Military Police!"

It was a common goal, Connie not processing deeper philosophical questions very well. He did not realize that Armin's inquiry may have had more to it than simply the surface level.

"I got plenty of people back home who need their noses rubbed in my success!"

Determination, his hands planted down on the branch so he could lean forward a bit, a broad grin slapped into place. While he did not hold the near unhinged look of Eren when he spoke of his goals and became focused on something, there was a bit of fire in Connie's eyes that conveyed that he was really going to try for this, and that it meant a lot to him.

Announcements / Re: Roll Call #02!
« on: August 02, 2017, 07:01:33 PM »
I'm here still!

IC / Re: Tired Stressed and Angry (OPEN)
« on: July 31, 2017, 06:57:56 PM »
The explanation for all the water made a lot more sense after Armin pointed out the rest of the visual clues, Connie throwing his first deduction off and to the side without further question. He was thankful Armin didn’t get unhappy that his first impulse assumption had been not only completely wrong, but would have been incredibly embarrassing for the other teen, and instead just moved on. He liked that about him. He didn't seem to get really angry at anything! Well... other than what happened a few minutes ago...

"Jean seems to like to do that huh?"

Some amusement flicked in while he said this, a partial smirk pulling back across his features. Jean was just... Jean... and him being a confrontational dink, was about as expected as Eren being rage triggered by Titans, or Krista being overly kind and accommodating, or Sasha being a psycho for food... Connie knew that rolling with the punches was a good way to avoid such things with the antagonistic individuals, and he could bite back himself if pushed too far, but it seemed Armin really wasn't used to that sort of stuff maybe? He was uncertain.

Connie may like to play games, and joke, and could be rude if the situation called for it or he was being particularly defensive over something, but he was not cruel, and he could tell the other teen was truly bothered by what had happened. It curbed down some of his amusement that had formed a moment prior, his gaze softening while Armin asked him not to say anything to the others.

Maybe in another life, Connie would have considered toying back a bit, maybe trying to use it as a bit of blackmail to get Armin's help with a few things, but that simply wasn't who he was. He knew what it was like to be teased and poked at, and because of that he had no intention of betraying him and making him feel vulnerable in his weakened state.

"Yeah, no problem."

With a rock of his weight, Connie pushed his body back enough so that he could swing his right leg up and over the tree branch. This twisted him around so that he was facing Armin fully, both legs hanging off the side of the limb, while his hands planted down on either side to remain steady. His shoulders were partly hunched; spine hooked forward a bit while he peered at the other male.

"Anything you... want to... talk about?"

A genuine offer, one made to a friend to try to offer condolences or help with what was bothering him, but Connie knew he wasn't the best at this sort of stuff. His question seemed stilted and awkward, a true want to help, but not really knowing how to do so very well. He was much better at the 'Let's do something else to distract you from things' approach, which was his current fall back if this didn't work out.

Plotters / Re: Sorry, but I'm a Genius!
« on: July 31, 2017, 07:20:13 AM »
Ahha! Connie best ninja! Hidin' from yah ;D

I am game for all kinds of shenanigans; I love that kind of stuff! I actually had posted some ideas for the comedy twins on your plotter, though they are a bit more action and open ended such as firecrackers at the festival, or hunting pigeons or rats with a slingshot XD I am actually working on the latter one In-Character already. Connie is looking for the right wood to carve the handle, and is going to make it his big project for a bit to show Sasha later, all proud of his accomplishments. It combines some of their interests, as if they are lucky and nail a less than conventional snack?... well... meat is meat.

I do like the idea of the secret thing, but I am kind of at a blank on what it could be at the moment, since I am still roughing out the character and trying to develop him a bit more in my head. I will have to put a pin in that for a bit, until I could come up with something I think is fitting, and that he wouldn't readily share with what is basically his best friend.

Studying could go very poorly for the two of them, for exactly the sort of stuff you pointed out. Can you say nothing accomplished? -cackle-

Really, I am game for all sorts of stuff! Could just shove them at one another and see what adventure forms!

IC / Re: Tired Stressed and Angry (OPEN)
« on: July 31, 2017, 07:02:27 AM »
Connie had been so focused on his current adventures, that he had not noticed Armin until the blond had moved effectively beneath him, and started a raging assault on a tree with a stick. There was a cruel sort of irony at the idea of someone trying to hurt a tree with a little baby version of itself, but such thoughts were not important and not really a focus here. What mattered was the fact that the smart kid who always seemed so meek and kind, was having what could be equated to a total freak-out.

A choice had been made in that instant to try to stay quiet, and stop moving; not wanting to gain attention. This seemed to be futile however, as only a brief moment later Armin had addressed him directly, and at that point, it was clear that his attempt to remain sneaky had failed. Now he was possibly on the receiving end of a little psycho's lash out!? In his mind, all he could think of were all those horror stories of how it was always the person you expected last who was the murderer, and how 'You would have never known they were a killer!' was said so many times by the community.

Ahh... who was he kidding, Armin was a friend.

All jokes aside, and as out of the norm this incident seemed, the blond was someone nice and was enjoyable company, even if the two of them had not really spent much time together. Most of their interactions had been in the living quarters, or in training, it mostly group environments where Armin was stuck on some invisible lead by his friends. He and Connie didn't really have much one on one interactions, but it seemed that was about to change.

"Better question, did that tree tick you off?"

Connie settled down onto a sturdy branch while he asked this, letting his legs hang down on either side for stability. It allowed him to lift his right hand while he spoke, pointing meekly down at the tree that Armin had been wailing on a moment earlier. After he asked this, his gaze fell down, only just then noticing all the water on the other male's pants, his thin brows furrowing together in confusion.

"What... you piss yourself?"

It didn't sound derogatory, it wasn't a 'Ha ha! You pissed yourself!' but he was definitely confused, not understanding what had happened right away.

IC / Re: Tired Stressed and Angry (OPEN)
« on: July 30, 2017, 05:24:36 AM »
Awwyus, this was going to be awesome.

Being here in training, it was kind of crummy when it came to doing some fun things. You mostly just went to classes, went to eat, and then went to sleep. With the schooling, it was either learning weird lessons that didn't always seem super important, or it was physical training that left everyone not giving a crap that there wasn't much free time since rest was this new cherished thing... but... in the few bits where free time was truly available, and people weren't so tired they wanted to die, it could be really boring.

Who would WANT to study or work on extra nonsense? Definitely not Connie! And because of that he was going to look into some extra forms of entertainment that was part sport part craft. While traditional arts and crafts weren't his strength either, it didn't take someone incredibly clever to know how to work a knife, and how to put together a few components.

Connie was making a slingshot.

It all started when he came across some extra rubber strapping. It looked like a broken piece from some of the training devices for the mobility gear. Typically, he'd be scared of thieving, or being blamed for the break, but it was so ruined and tattered, the exposed bit cracked from the sun, that he didn't think anyone would mind if he took the other half of the band that had been protected from the elements. It wasn’t like they could replace half of it only! It was all or nothing and it would have been thrown out! This logic cemented his claim, and now he just needed to find an appropriate chunk of wood that he could carve to shape and add a fork on the ends for the rubber

Walking through the woods, Connie absently scanned the ground for any felled branches that were already dry. Normally, he wouldn’t be too mindful of extra twigs that were snapped, but now that he was already looking down, he could see the abundance of tiny green branches that had taken a dive this day. His first thought was that it was an animal, but... that was stupid wasn't it? Deer and stuff were so scarce, and it wouldn’t be so close to humanity. He didn't take the next leap in conclusion however, too focused in his task.

A branch here, a larger chunk of wood there... it either wasn’t the right shape, or was too fresh. While green wood would be a last resort, he knew it could shrink and crack and go bad when it dried out. It would mean he would want to try to save a few chunks, so once they were dry he could pick his favored one for the task at hand later.

Growing tired, Connie stretched back while he walked, pale hazel eyes sifting up from the forest floor to look at the branches above. It must have been some kind of fate then, because when he did so, his eyes landed on a dry branch that was high in a tree! It must have snapped and broke during some rough weather, and the lower branches kept it from hitting the ground. All the leaves were barren from it, and it seemed perfect with a lot of forks and tines to choose from.

Suddenly hyper focused, Connie charged at the tree, and kicked off the ground with a grunt, half slapping into the trunk with arms splayed out on either side. His fingertips dug down at this, clawing at the bark, while he scrabbled with the toes of his shoes. It was not a graceful climb for the small boy, but once he reached the lowest branch, he looped his arms up over it, and heaved up into the tree.

While Connie was oblivious to Armin, the other teen would hear the trees rustle and possibly see some movement to his right a short distance, a few garbled cusses muffled out.

Plotters / Re: Winter Event Plotting
« on: July 30, 2017, 04:30:05 AM »
Awwyus, teams!

So, out of curiosity, what exactly happens now? Do we take these groups and run with it, contact the others and try to fabricate our own winter adventures? Or is this an admin run thing where we wait for an opener and a setting we are all flung into, and respond to the trials sent our way? I can go either way, I just don't really know what the next course of action is and how events like these are run here.

IC / Re: Staying Alive [CONNIE]
« on: July 30, 2017, 04:25:46 AM »
"You can't just have dibs on a person! Besides, were bunkmates, I bet he would help me if I needed it. Which I don't."

Confidence abounds. Connie placed his hand against his chest while he stated all this, assured in some sort of delusional power in his skills of persuasion. In his mind, it didn’t matter how close of friends Marco and Jean seemed to be, because he and Marco were friends too right? I mean... people don't just help one other person and snub everyone else. Well... other than Ymir... from what he has seen she tended to stick rather close to the blond girl, but that was a different story altogether.

Marco was genuinely kind and seemed to enjoy helping others, it was because of this Connie was willing to bet he would be more than happy to help him with the notes from today's lecture, and maybe fill in some of the gaps or say things in terms he could understand. Connie wouldn't admit it outright, but he knows he doesn't always grasp everything really well, and having some help as long as the person was not derogatory would be nice. Marco and Armen were both people that seemed kind enough to not rub his nose in his failures, but it was true what was said about the blond haired boy, he was latched to Eren's side.

Which was a full time job.

A comment was considered then, to continue that wagon of thought, but the Military Police was touched on, and Jean seemed to take a swing at him.

Connie's jaw pressed forward at this while his hand slid down from its placement on his chest to lie on the table in front of him, his gaze squinting half lidded while he side eyed the other male. Was he saying this to bait him into an argument? Or was he doing so to try to beat him down? It seemed a fifty fifty shot with Jean sometimes, if something was in jest or malicious, and Connie just had no idea which way it was leaning.

"I will be great just you wait and see! I hope you can keep up with your mouth!"

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