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Candace shrugged, watching the Life assistant pick out more jenga pieces. "Perhaps a little. But I think giving him reactions merely encourages the bad behavior, like a naughty child. As for nicknames..can you really get more euphemistic than sweet delectable Candy? I mean, I guess if he started naming specific kinds of candy but...even still.." She raised a brow, glancing toward the observation area just above the arena. Was he up there? "He calls me plum every now and then. That's a new one." She wouldn't tell Clarice she actually kind of liked being called his delectable plum. That would be a terrible idea. But when called out on not playing correctly she blushed and pouted. She had just said she wasn't good at it! She usually played with friends...when..somewhat drunk. There were no rules in drunk jenga.

Of course Clarice had to show her up, but for some reason when Clarice did it she didn't feel angry or insulted. She smiled. "Oh fantastic. Making it that much more difficult." She laughed, plucking a piece from the tower and gently placing it on top of the little house. Six years? Wow! But to say she was that old in 'hunter years' had Candace fighting against a frown. "I see...hunters don't have very long lifespans, hm?" Not surprising. The tower wobbled dangerously and she froze, just staring. Don't fall don't fall..!

..It didn't fall. Oh thank god! She sighed with relief. "Your turn." She laughed nervously.

There was a pause as Candace considered that name. Cream-filled...yeaaaaah okay. Clarice was right. That was creepy, H. "...Clever but..creepy." She blinked and looked toward the piranha as one jumped out of the water, listening to the thrashing splashes after Clarice had thrown them the beef jerky. That was cute, like they were her pets or something. Yes, Clarice is totally a villain in her secret lair right now. The comment about H liking her simply for a name got her attention, raising a brow for the blonde across from her. "Oh? Is that his specially reserved name for people he likes? Er...no. He hasn't..I don't think..." Candace fell quiet, looking thoughtful as she ran their past conversations. He had explained what he wanted to do to her but never...how to eat a plum. The way Clarice said it seemed to mean it had some kind of significance, though. "He has not. Should I be worried if he does?"

She listened quietly as Clarice answered her question, eyeing the tower with a small pout. It was looking very rickety now, like any wrong move would send it collapsing without the warning sway it had been giving before. "..But not entirely, apparently." She smiled. "So not all hope is lost?"

Candace gently poked a piece out of the tower, trying to keep her touch light. But then came the tell tale clatter of the tower collapsing. Her eyes widened. She knew what was coming next.

Yup, there it was. The p***k in the back of her shoulder. Candace slumped forward against the table, down for the count.

Candace was actually surprised when she woke up on the floor simply because it didn't seem as if much time at all had really passed. Clarice seemed to even just be sitting and waiting for her to wake up! Huh..okay. She'd never done any of these training courses with a partner before so it wasn't really something she was used to. What had Clarice done to her while she was asleep? Candace climbed into her chair again, making a face at an...inky taste in her mouth.

...Oh hell no. She did not.

"Why.." Candace reached into her pocket and pulled out a compact mirror, pouting first at the sight of the mustache. "You're very practiced at this." But that didn't explain the taste. Her lips were fine..did...did Clarice...?! She gave the mirror a toothy smile to be sure, gasping at what she saw and immediately whining as she tried to rub the marker ink off her teeth. Noooooooo! "Oh that's nasty. You play dirty." She shot Clarice a look of annoyed determination. She'd have to get her good.

"And so modest." Candace chuckled, watching the Life assistant perform...magic. She watched in amazement as the tower reconstructed itself. She'd never seen that before! Holy s**t! That was so cool! "Whoaaaa..is that how it's always done when someone gets knocked out in here?" It was very clear she was impressed, looking over the tower and finding it really was exactly as it'd been before she'd messed up. That was incredible! Clarice was amazing!

"Huhwhat? Oh, no I've got it." She pouted. "If I had any ideas on what to wager I'd make a contest out of this." Bragging rights and a marker simply weren't enough.

Obviously, when Candace said 'I've got it', what she was referring to had been 'Yes I am capable of getting myself shot with another dart.'

The tower collapsed and she groaned. "You've got to be kidding me." She counted. One..two--dart!

She wasn't sure how long she was out this time, but she was very surprised to find Clarice in her face when she woke up. Candace's eyes fluttered open and she just stared at the blonde above her.

...There was a sharpie on her nose. "What are you doing now?" Candace sighed, eyes turning toward the table and narrowing. Stupid jenga. "May I get up? We're almost finished.."

Candace was pouting as she climbed into her seat again, watching the jenga tower set itself back up. She was actually glad Clarice offered to go first as she was about to ask if she could. Stupid Jenga. Stupid stupid stupid. She eyed the tower with a frown, looking over every piece she could see. If she pulled that one out just right she could make it, but if she did it wrong the level above it could come down too hard and knock the rest down. Maybe if she was nice and slow she could ease it down and keep the tower from collapsing.

Movement drew her eye away from the tower as she just watched Clarice make a show out of her turn. Candace chuckled and rolled her eyes. "It's a good thing I already like you."

But the answer to her question was yes. It did.

Candace took a deep breath. "Here I go.." She kept her hand steady and slow, holding her breath as she did her best to pull the first piece out.

The tower collapsed.

Again.

Candace was not sure how long she'd been unconscious, and she was definitely not sure what had happened while she was, but she certainly wasn't expecting to wake up on a couch. Wait..a couch? "H..?" She mumbled quietly, reaching around as if searching for the doctor. She looked disappointed when she realized she was by herself and sat up with a yawn. Rubbing her eyes before she opened them and finally realized where she was. It wasn't the doctor's office. She hadn't even noticed a couch in here before.. "Morning~." Candace called out playfully, scrunching her nose and rubbing at it. She could feel the ink. Uuuuuugh that was going to suck to clean off later.

She stood, stretching her arms high above her head a moment before wandering over to where Clarice was sitting and draping over her, her head resting atop the blonde's and her arms draped over her shoulders. "Thanks for not just ditching me in the arena...what's this? A calendar?"