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There had been a question in his mind he was muling over for a few weeks now, that being?

...Should he try and be more social?

In other words, instead of actually answering the question he stayed holed up in his mind and over thought things. That was what he did best though, something that Oki was pleasantly ignoring.

The text made him jump and give a rather girly 'eep' as his pocket was suddenly vibrating. When was the last time THAT thing went off?

Even so he propped open the message and frowned.



Followed by another



But then he realized how that sounded and typed some more.



He pressed the send button mid text, oops.

Did he really have any reason to doubt shiloh?

There was a bit of a pause. He did need to try and fight more... and he now knew that dropping the fear shield didn't mean death, thanks to Alaska.



A longer Pause.



True to his word, a figure moved towards the training fields a little while later.

The arm swung ove rhis shoulder was a bit awkward, being as they were both roughly the same height. Even so Quinn slouched and managed. He originally reached out to put his arm around the other too, but shyly laid it back at his side a second later.

"I has been a while!" Quinn really had no excuse for his absence other than him falling back into anti-social ways. Quinn would have ended up coming to the fields eventually anyways, so dragging wasn't needed. It was more a matter of time. Shiloh was one of the first people he met on the island, so there would always be a bit of camaraderie there.

"How have things been?" He eyed the training dummies warily, not summoning Oki just yet. The way Shiloh was pressed against his side he didn't want to end up jabbing at the other.

Truth was, Quinn was way too observant of a person to have not noticed the silence. Though he wasn't sure if it was just as simple as that, going to fetch his weapon or intended silence. Either way, he let it go for now. If there was something Shiloh felt he needed to know, he had a hunch he would have said something. "...Ahahahha. Trouble, uhm. Yeahhh no not really." Quinn and trouble were like water and oil, they avoided each other. Or tried to at least.

"I make a point to avoid the trouble... though that tournament we did made me see that i need to uhm...try and at least know how to fight... a little." Yup this was awkward. He frowned at Shiloh some, clearly thinking too much. "How'd you do in the tourney?"

"Same happened to me, though i sort of won the first one on accident." Once again he was glad for the darker skin, no flushing showed yeaaaah. "...I kinda fell on my opponent, and apparently that broke his shield." Maybe Quinn needed to look into dieting, hmm.

Once the subject of sparring came up though, he found himself eying the weapon which was swaying almost lazily at Shilohs side. "That looks....rather painful." He said, stating the obvious rather blatantly. The other was right though, what other way would they have to practice? Quinn found his courage growing slightly, but only when it was to these sparring ordeals. He was pretty certain no hunters would kill him.... giant monsters though?

That was another story all together.

"...We could try. What's your weapons name?" He learned that part from Jordan, always being polite to another hunters partner. They were a two for one deal, so it was best to say hello to both. The thought summoned his own partner, the thought process that seemed way too predatory opening its eyes within his mind. Oki was more of a emotions kind of speaker, only piping in his thoughts now and then. His own weapon was summoned a moment later, the tall staff with dreamcatcher end now in his hand. "This is Oki."

"...You kicked Ians butt?" Now that caused him to smile, he wished he hadn't missed that battle. He liked both Ian and Shiloh but...oddly he would have bet on Ian for that battle. Just proves that his ideas about strength were wrong.

"Alaska was who kicked my butt." He wondered if Shiloh knew her. Still now, the name sent a chill of fear through him. Though it was not as strong as it had been before. At one time the woman scared him silly, oddly though during the tourney somehow they bonded. Quinn seemed to understand he a little more, weirdly enough.

"Haruko looks like she could take care of herself." He frowned, wondering what material the odd head was made of. He shifted a little, looking up at his own weapon. It was a wonder it was so damn tall and yet weighed so little. He discovered during the tourney that Oki was apparently SUPER heavy to other people. He figured it was meant as a defense mechanism so others cant wield their partners.

"He is pretty, though he is anything but pretty inside my head." He tapped his skull, and inwardly the orcawolf gave a snort in agreement. He knew he didn't mean 'pretty' in the superficial sense. Oki was NOT a good person at heart.

"So ah, who goes first?"