[Training] swingy swingy hit hit (open)

james

smoking kills

"Did I miss that part?" James asked with a skeptical titter. From what it looked like to him, Oliver was practice some heroic bullshit he'd probably read in a book or so. All fancy footwork, and hyyyyah! You know. The sort of shit that would get you killed in a real fight.

Leaning against the staff the snake gave Oliver another slow luxuriating once over. "Right well. Lesson one, no one gives a rat's arse about how you look. Worry 'bout keepin' all yer bits where they belong, not lookin' cool." So saying, the snake struck a dramatic pose; he might have been on the cover of a romance novel if not for his entirely scraggly-ass appearance. "I look real good yeah?" Obviously it was rhetorical because obviously he did. "But jus'look at all this exposed skin and whatnot." So saying he gestured to his puffed-out chest and how his spread legs would easily allow for a right-good smack to the block and tackle.

"So here y'go." Throwing the staff back at Oliver, the thief grinned. "Go on. Hit me. If you can." It was hammed up and playful and probably not at all useful or helpful, but fuck if there was anything else better to be doing.

but so does love.