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[attr="class","illie i"]more laughter escapes as her aim hits perfectly. somehow, she didn't expect to hit the mark so easily. it helps that he doesn't put up much of a fight.

"do you really mind that thou--"

whatever remains of the sentence dies in her throat, then, and a sharp squeal quickly takes over.

the miltank milk that had been resting in the bucket is promptly dumped all over, mostly on her and half on him. silver hair clings to her face, damp and slightly sticky. ugh.

she doesn't speak, not yet. no, she chooses to launch herself instead. the miltank blinks and steps a little away from them as she tries to wrestle the bucket back.

"you. suck."

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silence washes over them, as does the hardly squeezed milk. it drenches half of him, and he can't help but raise the back of his hand to wipe streaks of it away from his face.

"do i?"

despite that, he laughs, and it's when he laughs that she manages to catch him off guard. though he shows resistance, not allowing her to snatch away the bucket so easily, his foot gives out under him. he slips, falling backwards.

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[attr="class","illie i"]"yes," she offers without hesitation. it's paired with an innocent smile. "you absolutely do."

and then, he's holding the bucket just out of reach, toppling over in the process. she chases the bucket as a dog would a bone, planting her feet firmly into the ground. there's no way she's gonna fall. nope, she'll be the last one standing in this tug of war.

"come on," laughter punctures the syllables. "hand it over." he's lost bucket privileges after dumping the milk on both of them. besides, there's no way he'll keep fighting her, right? he's already in the dirt, a losing position. give up, bestie.

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when has matias ever backed down from a fight? the war in kanto was pretty much fought from a losing position. but here he is, holding the bucket up towards her.

"fine, fine."

he sighs, looking up at her.

"you win."

sike.

the moment she grabs hold of it, he'll tug her down.

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[attr="class","illie i"]there's a smugness to her when he relents, submitting to her without the need for force. it's not every day she gets what she wants this easily.

and maybe that should set off some alarms.

it doesn't.

she leans down, reaches, and just as her fingers wrap around the rim of the bucket, his hand is right around her wrist. the yank comes instantly. she squeals and topples, landing in a mess of limbs.

"you lying bitch," it lacks bite. mostly, anyway.

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somewhere along the way, the bucket slips away, hitting the ground besides them. no milk spills out, however, as it was empty to begin with.

he can't help the smugness that shows in the way he grins. he offers her nothing but a shrug.

"you should've known better."

illeana reyes

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[attr="class","illie i"]she can't help the scowl that twists into existence. what an ass.

she's quick to plant hands on either side of him and just as quick to lift the upper half of her body up.

and when he shrugs, she rolls her eyes with a scoff.

"than to trust you? apparently." it's a recurring theme in her life, anyway. trusting people she shouldn't, believing in things that aren't concrete. and yet, it doesn't bother her as much now. she stares down at him in mild annoyance, sure, but there's a grin she has to fight to keep off her lips.

"here i thought you didn't fight dirty."

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"i always fight to win."

he shifts, propping an elbow underneath him. his other hand, however, finds dirt that's slightly wet with milk.

"even if that means fighting a bit dirty, illie."

and to prove his point, he smears some over her thigh, grinning.

illeana reyes

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[attr="class","illie i"]it's hard to not pout. she gives into the expression with little resistance, looking more like a toddler than a grown woman.

he shifts beneath her and briefly, her arms flinch at the movement. it's subtle, as if expecting more of a fight than he puts up.

"you can't always win," she murmurs. it's matter of fact, learned from experience and now preached to him.

dirt smears onto her thigh and she's gasping, the sensation tickling and irritating all at once. and then, there's only one thought in her mind...

time to mud wrestle. it's the safer option than trying to beat the shit out of him. something tells her she can't actually take him in a fight.

"i'll show you dirty," comes out in half a snarl before she's grabbing wet dirt and flinging it onto him.

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not always, but enough.

"will you?"

expecting a counter attack, he instinctively raises an arm to block the clump of wet dirt from smacking into his face. it finds his arm, falling onto him as he quickly shifts up and off the ground. he grabs at her wrist, attempting to pin her against the ground.

illeana reyes

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[attr="class","illie i"]her mouth opens to respond, to clap back with some kind of smart remark.

and yet, words die out in her throat.

his movements are quick and there's little she can do about it. for all her brains, illeana has little brawn. sure, she tries to fling more mud at him before he manages to snag her but it's not fast enough. he has her by the wrists and she's pinned easily.

she tries to squirm out of his grasp, legs flailing in a feeble attempt to kick him off.

"unfair," she growls out. realistically, she could just casually raise her knee enough to catch him where she knows it'll hurt...

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she could, yes, but that would be really playing dirty. a part of him thinks she doesn't have it in her to do such a thing. could be his downfall, though.

his hold on her wrists tightens just a little.

"concede."

illeana reyes

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[attr="class","illie b"]

[attr="class","illie i"]oh, she has it in her... she did say she'd show him dirty, after all. it's tucked away as a last resort for now, however.

his grip tightens on her wrists and she's scowling up at him, chin raised defiantly.

"no."

her lower body bucks up in an attempt to throw him off balance enough to roll them over. and if that doesn't work... well, there's always the good ol' knee to do her dirty work for her.

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