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At least compared to him he'd been quicker, he was trying to compliment the other be it awkwardly. He'd more been talking to Danny anyway but the red head was good at making up weird assertions like this. When he saw the narrow look he waved his hand a bit.

"I mean you beat me, anyway." He elaborated givinga small shrug before falling quiet looking at Cyril. If he'd been trying for sarcasm he'd have come up with something more clever.

Or at least one would hope.

"I...I am not sure?" he leaned closer reaching a finger out as if too poke the downed Cyril, a bit wide eyed as he leaned closer.

At Nik's comment the other turned his attention momentarily from his friend to blink at the other boy. He might have had bright red hair, but that didn't mean he wanted to go by the nickname. "nO don't call me that!" He scoffed his face turning red making a sound of protest akin to a groan, amused despite his refusal of the nickname. He was trying not to laugh, and it was failing. Once he had a moment to compose himself he coughed into his gloved palm. "I guess either's fine, really. Or just Alec." the other finally said.

Cyril awoke shortly after. He opened his eyes and tilted his head up. The first people he saw were Shun and Alec.

Alec was trying to poke him with his finger. "What're yall lookin at?" he said as he was aware of the long rest he took on the ground.

There was an odd moment of silence in which Alec looked between Shun as if asking him what had happened, and then back at Cyril in a bit of disbelief.

"Um..you passed out?" he questioned withdrawing his extended index finger when he saw the other look at him, and what he was about to do.

Instead he rest his hands back in his lap blinking a bit owlishly, confused really. After a short time like this, Alec got himself up off the bag dusting himself off.

Prompt 1 > Prompt 2

While Saga detected the cultural gap, it was something he expected- he knew with a heartrending certainty that her life had been a difficult one. He had mulled over her words yesternight- children forced to commit crimes, no doubt growing up with heavy souls and hearts in tatters. The differences between them made her mysterious to him, but also convinced him all the more that he wanted to help. If only they would let him. Growing up in priviledge the way he had only meant that his cup was full- he had heart aplenty to go out to those who needed it.

The way she danced was spectacular. It was nothing like the way he'd experienced it before- improvised motions, every turn of the heel introducing something new with flair. He was taken in by her cadence and moved to match her, carrying into steps and swings to continue the stories that she began. They danced across the yard in flurries of creativity. And that smile... he was glad to see it.

After the music stopped, Saga could have hugged her, for all the joy pouring forth from his heart. They had been great. She was quick to let go of his hands, but the huge smile on his face did not fade in the least. "The way you dance is extraordinary!" He said, loud and enthusiastic. "It has moved me. Truly, I am humbled." He bowed, a show of gratitude, and looked up to find her wrapping her arms around herself and looking... well, less pleased. What had gone wrong?

He straightened himself back up as the lady announced the new test. Preacher's question brought a tilt to his head as he considered it a moment, and then he laughed. "Military training does not a weak soldier make! Like all field parade marshals dispatched to towns for the hundred-year festival, I'm King's Guard." He did not make a move to carry the bags, though- there was no reason to test himself. His position in the parade was already determined, after all. Was she perhaps too shy to try it alone? (Haha Saga, no.) "Why, would you like us to try it together?"

Danny cheered as the other boys crossed the finish line, never one to rub her victory in another's face more than necessary. She was proud of them too! Everyone was a winner!

When Cyril hit the ground, Danny crowded around with the rest. She was more curious to see if he'd get up at all, but his speech indicated that he wasn't dead.

"Oh good," she said, offering him a hand up. "Shun don't be mean! He could've died." Danny apparently didn't know how fainting worked. "You okay?"

"Passed out?" he said to Alec as he looked at Shun walking away. As he looked to the side of him to find the bags of dirt. He smiled as though he accomplished something big.

He saw Danny's hand reach out to him helping him up. Cyril grabbed her hand and lifted himself up. "Thanks" he said to Danny as he was fixing his hair to his liking this it had gotten all messy from moving so much. "You know you' re pretty strong." he admitted to Danny also reminising about the day she stopped his punch from connecting at the fish booth. It's usually hard to get Cyril to admit the skillfulness in others.

"Nah Danny I just..think he got over heated. I don't know how he even lugged both bags that far." Alec certainly wasn't going to be the one to explain it to her, he just gently commented instead. He clearly was stronger than Cyril appeared, so he didn't blame him needing a nap.

"Yeah buddy you did. You hit the ground for a few...you sure youre ok?" He asked the other giving him an inquisitive stare. Shun was walking away now too, and quietly he waved to the other. "It was fun." he admitted quietly with a small nod. He didn't comment on his thoughts on Cyril. Not everyone had practice, and physical endurance training. Yet he kept his thoughts to himself.

As he was commenting to her, suddenly Nik had his arm around him causing him to stiffen just a little and give him a look of dismay, one that clearly scream 'no how could you'. When he pulled at his goggles he jutted his lip out in a pout his height used against him. The smaller boy squawked his displeasure at having his cheeks pinched squirming to try and push at the older. "That's even worse NO WAY!" He pleaded. "Or else..I'll call you um." he looked for a good substitute to his gender-bent option. "Nichole. That's a good one for you!" Alec was laughing by this point, unable to come up with something better.

He grinned mischievously further pressing the theme, goading the other on. At least until he thought of a better one, he'd have called him a high riser, or something equally rude if he'd known the others wear abouts. It was all meant in good fun anyway.