She rolled her eyes and punched his shoulder lightly.
“you of all people should know it’s hard for me to stay mad at people… it’s just not in my nature.
just like it’s not in your nature to have common sense.”
”Oh? What was that about common sense?”
"I didn’t quite catch it." Heart racing, he leaned over with a straight face and boldly grabbed on tight to one of her breasts.
"Either way, you’re still a jerk…"
She leaned against him resting her head on his shoulder.
“But you’re my jerk. . and i wouldn’t trade you for anyone else kammy. . i’m not mad at you. .”
"Huh? Y-You’re not mad?"
”Gee, you could’ve fooled me…”
Bailey snorted before giving a laugh. standing up she brushed the dirt off her knees and wiped the sweat away from her forehead, walking towards the nearby apple trees.
”Ya wanna talk bout huntin’ ? My brother be the one to talk ta, or the huntin’ prince… i go huntin’ with em from time ta time. but i love workin’ on the farm more. ‘Sides ya need fruits and veggies ta be healthy don’t ya know?” She bounced in front of the tree for a moment, getting a little momentum built up before jumping up, grabbing a tree branch and hoisting herself up.
”Now be a sweetheart fer me and when i drop the apples you toss em in that bucket right there.”
Kamina scoffed. “Yeah, whatever. It ain’t like I ever ate none of that ‘fruit and veggie’ stuff and I’m doing just fine. In fact,” he shook his hair and sparkles flew off. “I’d say I’m above average!”
He jabbed a thumb and his chest and winked confidently, waiting for the reaction that obviously couldn’t be anything but favorable.
He chuckled a bit. I mean, look at me.
"Who are you and what have you done with Kamina? "
"Do you want a sappy scene with me or not."
"I get paid either way."
"From a guy who lived in the ground most of his life, ya’ don’t seem to know that much about it." She laughed, moving over to the next row
“First off, darlin, they’re called seeds. second, yes they grow inta food, called fruits and veggie-tables. And thirdly, i do more than this, i milk the cows and goats, sheer the sheep, collect eggs from the chickens— i could go on now but i got work ta-do, ya gonna help or not?”
”Seriously? You do all that? How come!”
Now might have been a good time to point out that from the time when Kamina had busted out of the underground until now, his voice had gradually… changed. While before, he’d sounded — as Yoko had so tactfully put it — like a “bumpkin”; lately, he noticed he sounded more — educated. Like someone or something had taught him how to speak like a true leader. He straightened his back pridefully and gave a small smile at the notion.
But yeah, all that progress? Down the drain as he talked to this young lady. As he argued with her, he sounded like he’d just crawled straight out of that dusty pit all over again!
“Honestly, though! Y’all are really doing way too much out here! What ever happened to good old-fashioned hunting and gathering? It never did anybody wrong, and I’m sure it’s a lot better for us human beings than kern cobs or whatever the hell you called that yellow shit over there.”
”So you mean to tell me people spend all day putting little bug-looking thingies in the dirt, and they actually transform into food that we can eat?”
"Hey, what do you say we set off for real this time?”
”You ready to go?”
…How are you so energetic all the time?
”The same way you’re so gloomy all the time!" He chided the other man. "It’s just natural! I guess you could call it… instinct!”
The man cackled at his own observation that could hardly be classified by any outside parties as the punchline of a joke.
But alas, Kamina nearly fell backwards as he gagged and choked on the several tearful breaths he took. It was truly an astounding sight to behold; and even Kamina was a little bit amazed that he could laugh this hard about something.