Precious Company

[Sly Cooper]

Damon smirked, "You think we're cute?" he shrugged, "No one usually notices me." He had thought about it. If Jacob was there, they wouldn't have. Jacob would've gotten jealous, and Damon would get even more squeamish. And he was too blinded by his own feelings to see that his long time friend felt the way he did. "No, i guess not. Jacob is more-- He's better at that kind of stuff."

[Runako Xanthias Bachur]

He nodded with a smirk at the fellow beside him, “Yes, you’re cute.” With a light chuckle, he shrugged. “Yeah, I think he’s a good kisser.” he winked at Damon before getting up and moving to the window to look out. “So, um, do you have to go back to Rebekah any time soon? I mean, because, if you don’t have to, we could play some games, maybe even go swimming later on if we have time.” He shrugged. “Really, though, I would prefer to stay here.” Of course, he would try to be nice for Damon’s sake but he would rather they stayed in there.

[Sly Cooper]

"Well, thank you." He was taught that when someone compliments you, you had to thank them after all. "I don't know. i 'm not sure if I trust Jacob with my wife. Not that I expect him to try and woe her or anything. He's just very-- strait forward." Damon wasn't really sure how you would describe him. He shrugged. "If you don't mind, I don't want to swim. Jacob always beat me at everything." he pouted. "We made a bet. Who ever lost the race would have to lose his trunks. And I lost. Jacob's more coordinated. But then when we had a contest on who could hold their breath longer I won, and so he removed his. but I think he was just letting me win to make me feel better." he paused realizing he was rambling again. "Right--" he scratched behind his ear, like he would when he was feeling uncomfortable.

[Runako Xanthias Bachur]

He chuckled, but nodded his welcome back at the other. “Well, sure, no problem.” He winked at him before retreating away from the window headed for the attic door. Now that he had heard the young man talk of swimming and losing bets, he wanted to check to make sure the door was entirely locked before looking up and glancing around the attic. There was an old metal pole up there that people in the far past would use to dry up their sheets when dryers were rare and insanely expensive. He believed that this place actually used to be a hotel because of all the bedrooms with their little bathrooms, but of course he wasn’t really sure. The hotel where his parents were killed was just across the street from this one, and he didn’t want to stay in that one, but he wanted to stay close, just for the sense of closure. He looked at Damon and grinned. “Let’s make a bet, then.” He pointed to the metal bar. “Whoever can stay off the floor the longer wins and gets to take something off the loser.”

[Sly Cooper]

Damon's eyes narrowed and he grinned from ear to ear. When Nako had said that the winner could take something off the other, clothes isn't what came to him mind, rather, some sort of toy or fun thing that the winner could have and keep. He wasn't too worried, since he had a great deal of upper strength, and he was light, so there wasn't much to hold up. "You got a deal!"

[Runako Xanthias Bachur]

He smirked, a little. He had plenty of practice with the metal bar himself, as he had been attempting to work out for a while now. So far he was getting better and able to do more chin-ups, but letting his arms just hang was another story, something he hadn’t really tried often. He was almost so sure that he was heavier than Damon, but then again, they were probably about the same weight although they were at different heights, with Nako being only five feet and seven inches when barefoot. Nako went and pulled up a chair just below the metal bar, and another for Damon, and then climbed up. Now he waited for Damon to climb up as well, and so he would start the countdown before they could jump up and grab the bar. “Kick the chair when you get up so you can’t cheat,” he smirked at the other as he started, “Three… Two…”

[Sly Cooper]

Damon hopped up on the chair, but being as clumsy as he his, almost fell right back off. He caught his balance right in time, then chuckled feeling like and idiot. Three... Damon grabbed the bar and kicked the chair over as hard as he could, hoping that it would land farther away from him, because with his luck, he didn't want to let go and fall on it and ultimately get hurt. He hung there. It wasn't very hard at all. Occasionally he would look over to see how Nako was doing.

[Runako Xanthias Bachur]

Nako looked over and saw that Damon was looking at him, and he just chuckled at him. He was still holding on pretty well to the bar, although his arms were starting to strain. Usually, he didn’t just hang around, he would’ve preferred if he could move up and down doing regular chin-ups, but that would just make his arms even more tired. He could also feel his palms starting to sweat as he clutched tighter on the bar, even trying to adjust his thumbs around to squeeze his fingers. A minute passed, followed closely by another, but the time had stretched into four minutes by now, and Nako could feel his grip becoming weak only because of the sweat. He moved up just a little to get his arms awake again but that was probably one of the worst mistakes he could make as when he moved his hands slipped and so the boy fell. He managed to land on his feet but had tumbled forward a little, but had caught himself right in time as he realized he had just lost this particular round. “Damn,” he scoffed but he was amused.

[Sly Cooper]

After Nako fell, Damon was proud of himself. It was unlikely his palms would be sweating, especially considering how cold his hands usually were. He waited a little longer, but grew bored, and he had already won, so instead he brought his knees to his chest and stuck his feet in the air, and between his arms till he could latch his legs over the bar. Once he was sure he was in place he let go with his arms and hung upside down like a bat. "I win!"

[Runako Xanthias Bachur]

Nako just rolled his eyes at Damon, seeing that his friend was now hanging upside down. “Yeah, yeah, yeah, don’t go bragging about it.” He stuck out his tongue and then stood there, facing him, but with his arms folded. “Well… Don’t you have to come down and take something off?” He smirked at him, and then waited for a response. Normally, the teenager would be shy about his body, even then letting someone else actually take something off of him. But then again, he liked Damon and he knew he could trust Damon not to make fun of him.

[Sly Cooper]

“What? But I thought—“ Damon not expecting to be stripping clothing, his body loosened up and he cam crashing to the floor. “Ow!” He rolled over and rubbed his shoulder. “I though I was taking something off of you—like—a toy—or that—thing over there,” he pointed at something in the corner of the room that was just collecting dust, not really sure what it was or what its purpose was. “Not like literary taking something off of you.” Now he felt dumber than before.

[Runako Xanthias Bachur]

Nako found that he had confused Damon, and so he chuckled, but only for a short second when Damon came tumbling down. He had rushed to the fellow’s aid, but it didn’t seem like Damon was badly injured. He listened as Damon started to explain of his confusion, and shook his head with a sigh followed closely by a little chuckle. “No, I guess I should’ve been more specific…” He patted Damon lightly on his back, and nodded, “Don’t feel bad. At least now you know.” He winked and then stood up. “So, what’s it going to be?” When he had asked that, he had actually started looking around the attic. He had brought something up from the gym at the school here but had left it abandoned for so long he had forgotten completely about it. Finally, he saw it, a pail of powder that gymnasts would use for, well, gymnastics.

[Sly Cooper]

While Nako was looking around the attic Damon lifted his shirt up and looked at his back where he had fallen, it didn't look bruised, yet. But what really hurt was his head that had already been struck about four times in the past twenty-four hours, twice by the butt of a gun. So he rubbed his head. "I mean-- i guess I should've known that. You know-- that you were talking about articles of clothing. After all-- there was earlier."

[Runako Xanthias Bachur]

He had went and grabbed the pail, carrying it over to where Damon was standing. “This would help me get a better grip on that bar…” He stuck out his tongue at his friend but with a wink as well, before standing upright. He shrugged, “That was the pact. This is just a game. Nothing really serious, of course. Just for fun.” He chuckled as he brought his thumb and started biting at the nail before wiping his palms on the front of his shirt. “You’re okay, right?” He asked calmly, waiting now for Damon’s next move. “I mean, you might not even lose at all.” He shrugged, but knew that he would be trying to challenge himself just to win at least once.

[Sly Cooper]

"Yeah. I'm fine. I've done worse." he stood up and looked in the bucket. "So wait we're doing it again?" He scratched his head and winced as he hit the bump on accident. "Or are you just a soar loser like Jacob." He set the chair back up, and climbed on.