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1x1 OC RP

"You're welcome." Braxev said, smiling. He then threw up an invisible barrier around them, the bugs were bad that night, and now they'd be free of itching. "I think I'll lay down, I'll see you in the morning." He said, sending a quick beam of light towards Abobad's face, leaving a precise mark on warmth on his cheek, feeling like a fresh...kiss? Braxev laid down, adjusting on the ground by the fire.
 
Abobad sits up and looks up into the canape. He ponders and looks at the forest around them and the body of water they chose to sleep next to." Perhaps some meat would be a good idea..." He thought aloud to himself, standing and retrieving a single knife from his pack.
 
Abobad looked over a Braxev," I will be back soon, little mage, stay safe while I'm gone." He said without intent to wake the other. He them proceeded to climb up into the trees in the hopes of catching a bird for the two of them to eat.
 
Braxev's eyes seemed to 'blink' in his sleep. He turned himself on the ground, now facing the log he sat on the night before.
 
Up in the trees Abobad carefully maneuvered about the branches, silently hunting for birds. He stalked about until he found a nice large one, in a group several other, smaller birds. He re-positioned himself to throw the knife and hit at least one of them. He aimed and chucked the knife into the flock, causing a loud ruckus.
 
Abobad's blade hits the big bird, causing it to fall to the ground, dead. The bird made impact next to Braxev's sleeping head, and the thump made him jump up awake. "Who, what, when?!" He exclaimed, accidentally floating in mid air. Damn magic.
 
" My apologies!" Abobad calls, coming down from the tree after retrieving his knife." I got breakfast," He says proudly.
 
"Great, wonderful...a little help?" Braxev asks as he floats in mid air, extending his arm down so Abobad can pull him back to the ground. Braxev could float no problem...getting back down was difficult.
 
Braxev rolled his eyes. "Tis only something to expect with magic." He said as Abobad took his arms.
 
"I'm used to this. I've had it all my life." He said as he was set back on the ground. "Now...about breakfast." He said, snapping his fingers and transforming the dead bird into a well-cooked meal for two.
 
" I am not allowed to do anything am I?" Abobad asked," You cook the vicious dogs and the food, hm?"
 
"Why have magic if I don't use it?" Braxev points out. "Besides, this has attracted many people over the years...an easy life in the blink of an eye, literally. Though I'd never use it to make my life too good." He said and sat to eat. "Now please, sit with me, or I'll eat your part of the bird." He smiled.
 
Abobad sits," I suppose you're right, I guess I am just used to doing things with my own two hands." He chuckles," I don't wish to miss out on the food though."
 
"You can do plenty of things with your hands." Braxev said, taking a bit of his food, not realizing the innuendo he just pointed out that's make a Chantry sister blush.
 
"What are you...oh not that! I meant...fighting. With weapons and punching and...." Braxev rambled, embarrassed and stuff his mouth full of food so he can't say anything more embarrassing.
 
With his cheeks red as the surface of Mars, Braxev continued to eat his food. "I mean it's..not that I'm repulsed by the idea of...it's just...oh dear Maker, just shut up Braxev." He said.
 

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