HARPER
"Who knows if you treat any passable man to such delightful promises?" he teases back, voice far too playful to make any real jab at the potential promiscuity of his new training partner. Not that he'd judge him for it anyway. Normally Harper would introduce himself after being reminded that he had not, but there's something appealing to making the other man wait in unsatisfied silence.
The other man, despite his shorter stature and playful attitude, is quite good at conveying a predatory aura as he stalks around Harper in a circle. He doesn't move, though it's tempting to keep Amun in his line of sight for safety purposes. Might as well tempt and tease with openings, he doesn't want to get too rusty himself after all.
The teasing forces a slight flush to his cheeks. As much as he's open to any and all gendered partners, he is used to being the initiator, not the one felled by straightforward compliments. The likes of which he'd never experienced back home anyway. It makes dodging harder, the fist clipping hard against the edge of his neck and top of his shoulder. His brow tightens, too well-trained to do more than expel air from his lungs in a huff, and he leaps forward into the open space Amun's extended arm provides to try and bodily shove the man backwards. His grin immediately resurfaces as he dances backwards regardless of whether he connects. "Now that was naughty. Don't distract me you imp I'm trying to help."
The other man, despite his shorter stature and playful attitude, is quite good at conveying a predatory aura as he stalks around Harper in a circle. He doesn't move, though it's tempting to keep Amun in his line of sight for safety purposes. Might as well tempt and tease with openings, he doesn't want to get too rusty himself after all.
The teasing forces a slight flush to his cheeks. As much as he's open to any and all gendered partners, he is used to being the initiator, not the one felled by straightforward compliments. The likes of which he'd never experienced back home anyway. It makes dodging harder, the fist clipping hard against the edge of his neck and top of his shoulder. His brow tightens, too well-trained to do more than expel air from his lungs in a huff, and he leaps forward into the open space Amun's extended arm provides to try and bodily shove the man backwards. His grin immediately resurfaces as he dances backwards regardless of whether he connects. "Now that was naughty. Don't distract me you imp I'm trying to help."
let your faith be bigger than your fear
BASE INSPIRED BY ODD <3
