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"And I love that about her." Seely let the blow connect, twisting to soften it. He responded with another, harder jab. "But what doesn't know was threatening her, won't give her nightmares afterwards."

The reason Cor fell down a lot was because he was considerably bad at dodging. He didn't fall down this time, but he did take the blow and was slightly winded by it. "You think keeping things from her is such a good idea?"

Seely took the opportunity to follow up with a hard right hook. "Depends on what that thing is."

This time, Cor fell. Fortunately, he was as good at getting back up as he was of falling down. He pushed himself back up. "I don't think Aravis would agree." That was hypocritical of him.

At least Seely waited long enough for Cor to get back up before trying to hit him again? "Which is why she wouldn't find out about not telling her."

Cor didn't fall down. He even managed to get off another jab of his own. "I know you're from a different world and all, but half the time I don't understand what you're saying."

Seely twisted with the blow, then aimed a return punch at Cor's stomach. "What's so hard to understand about not wanting Aravis upset?"

Doubling over, it took Cor a moment to get his breath back. He stumbled back a few paces to do so. "You say you wouldn't want to upset her, but if she found out, she'd be upset as much." Cor then took a page out of his brother's book and charged Seely, using his left shoulder to try to bump into the other boy while using his right fist to try to hit him.

Seely grunted as Cor's fist connected. "Different kind of upset," he said, attempting to jab his elbow into his solar plexus.

"Girls may be complicated, but upset is up-oomph!" The jab connected and Cor found himself doubling over again, winded and in pain.

"You obviously don't know many girls." Pity that.

"I know plenty of girls!" He didn't.

"Sure you do." Seely didn't believe him.

"There's that sarcasm again. This time it's certainly misplaced." It wasn't. "I know enough girls to make my judgment that they're complicated and confusing sound. Speaking of judgment, you're very judgmental."

One day, Cor was going to learn the fine art of diplomacy and excel at it. Today was not that day.

"One, you know one girl," Seely said, holding up a finger. "And that one girl is Aravis, who you definitely shouldn't judge all girls by."

What with the rest of them coming up lacking and all.

"Okay, yes, Aravis was the first girl I met and, by the way, she didn't exactly make a grand first impression. All of the other girls I've met," the ones from Anvard that he only knew from afar because he was too shy to talk to them, "are just as puzzling as she is."

"How could she not make a grand first impression?"

"She poked fun at me and called me a thief."

That was practically affectionate for Aravis. "And?"

"There! See? You make no sense."

"She was under a lot of stress!"

"You have no idea. Still, pressure or not it was still a first impression!"

"I have a very good idea how much stress she was under."

"You weren't there. You can't know."

"She told me! And I was there for the sequel!"

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