(Beau's right, but Yasha can't let the opportunity to wind her up pass, she takes bait way too easily. And Yasha likes the way playfully arguing with her makes the atmosphere feel charged with... something, that she doesn't quite have a word for yet. She has no idea if Beau gets even a hint of that, but, then again, she hasn't pulled her ankle away yet. Or her wrist.)
I've got big muscles, I can haul myself up faster than you can jump. Even while carrying the sword.
(She's really fucking strong. She's also staring at Beau now, and she's realised that when she does this, what little space between them suddenly becomes infinitesimally small. Yasha wets her lips, absentmindedly.)
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I've got big muscles, I can haul myself up faster than you can jump. Even while carrying the sword.
(She's really fucking strong. She's also staring at Beau now, and she's realised that when she does this, what little space between them suddenly becomes infinitesimally small. Yasha wets her lips, absentmindedly.)
Okay. You're on.