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"You're kiddin' me," Otis exclaimed. He sat at one end of the arm wrestling table and propped his elbow on the pad, palm open, and awaited Venti to do the same. "Damon's back?"
"Damon's back," Venti repeated flatly, as he parked himself at the other end, then reached out to get a good grip on Otis's hand. "It was...awkward."
They both had worked their arms today and this was how they cooled down ever since Otis saw an arm wrestling match a couple of months ago. "A surprise visit from an ex ain't exactly somethin' I'm experienced in, but I can imagine you wasn't happy to see him." Otis splayed his fingers, twisting his palm to get a better grip. "Still favorin' the right arm, huh?"
"We did the left arm thing last week."
"Wonder if we're gonna have another draw like last time."
Venti grinned. The dark look that mentioning Damon brought to his eyes evaporated like a fine summer fog. "Maybe."
"You ready?"
"Ready as I'll ever be."
"On three?"
Venti nodded. "Let's get this started so you can pay for the pizza."
Otis counted down from three and the battle was on. Both had very similar arm muscles. While Venti had a very slight edge in reach, Otis balanced it with his hand-size and the webbing between his fingers--it was difficult for Venti to get a decent grip. It came down to endurance for the most part.
"So..." Otis said as he tried his hardest to bring Venti's arm down. "What--did--you do?"
Venti gritted his teeth. Otis, he thought, was getting stronger every day--or maybe Venti was getting weaker. "I counted to--ten. Then asked--why he--came to--see me."
Otis grunted. Venti had no shortage of endurance and he continued to toughen out with every workout. But, he thought hopefully, he just might be reaching the limits of his strength. "Not very--polite."
"Okay, so--" grunted Venti. His grip began to slip so he put more effort into it, and tried to bend his wrist towards the otter. "--so I really asked--what brought him down to--my neck of the woods."
"And?"
"His job--moved him back here."
"Gotta be--awkward."
"Not--as awkward as you--losing today."
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knuxlight! Inked by
unknownwolf! Nine more Frapps until the 150th!* * *
"You're kiddin' me," Otis exclaimed. He sat at one end of the arm wrestling table and propped his elbow on the pad, palm open, and awaited Venti to do the same. "Damon's back?"
"Damon's back," Venti repeated flatly, as he parked himself at the other end, then reached out to get a good grip on Otis's hand. "It was...awkward."
They both had worked their arms today and this was how they cooled down ever since Otis saw an arm wrestling match a couple of months ago. "A surprise visit from an ex ain't exactly somethin' I'm experienced in, but I can imagine you wasn't happy to see him." Otis splayed his fingers, twisting his palm to get a better grip. "Still favorin' the right arm, huh?"
"We did the left arm thing last week."
"Wonder if we're gonna have another draw like last time."
Venti grinned. The dark look that mentioning Damon brought to his eyes evaporated like a fine summer fog. "Maybe."
"You ready?"
"Ready as I'll ever be."
"On three?"
Venti nodded. "Let's get this started so you can pay for the pizza."
Otis counted down from three and the battle was on. Both had very similar arm muscles. While Venti had a very slight edge in reach, Otis balanced it with his hand-size and the webbing between his fingers--it was difficult for Venti to get a decent grip. It came down to endurance for the most part.
"So..." Otis said as he tried his hardest to bring Venti's arm down. "What--did--you do?"
Venti gritted his teeth. Otis, he thought, was getting stronger every day--or maybe Venti was getting weaker. "I counted to--ten. Then asked--why he--came to--see me."
Otis grunted. Venti had no shortage of endurance and he continued to toughen out with every workout. But, he thought hopefully, he just might be reaching the limits of his strength. "Not very--polite."
"Okay, so--" grunted Venti. His grip began to slip so he put more effort into it, and tried to bend his wrist towards the otter. "--so I really asked--what brought him down to--my neck of the woods."
"And?"
"His job--moved him back here."
"Gotta be--awkward."
"Not--as awkward as you--losing today."
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