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At Nao's offer to make a knife, the deerkitten blinked in surprise. "Uh... sure, yeah!" He answered, honestly surprised by the generous offer. The situation starting to seem almost surreal to Dusty. Most fights he engaged in ended with grudges and complaints, or at least a momentary parting of ways- not happy little chats and gifts. The adrenaline was dying off now, and the pain in his arm was numbing to an ache; without any apparent needs to address after the fight, Dusty could only feel awkwardly grateful as he went to retrieve his sword. It'd sure be easier to get it from Nao than try and get his Guardian to buy him a weapon, that was for sure....

Dusty took the next comment at face value as he mulled over the possibility. "That could be pretty awesome, actually. I know a couple'a people," Dusty answered thoughtfully, "and there's probably plenty who I don't know. Like, uh- what'serface would probably be in on somethin' like that. Lethe's friend. And I know Morty'd probably be up for it, and Mik... maybe Kee, too, she seemed pretty cool." Wiping at the blood still on his face, Dusty made a new look of revulsion and started inwards- cripes, he had to clean this stuff up before it really got clotted into his fur, or he'd never get it out....

The deerkitten made a beeline for the nearest bathroom sink, turning the water onto its highest pressure before he got started washing. Anywhere there was a spot of red, he started scrubbing with sloppy gusto to erase the evidence. It didn't show too well in his black fur, at least, and his shirt was dark enough that the greater number of spots were made invisible fast enough- but the red spots in his hair, that didn't want to get out.

Dusty quickly made a wet mess of the sink, cleaning up as well as he could before shutting off the tap. Wiping the excess water off of his face, he seemed happy enough to air-dry. He wasn't in a hurry to get anywhere today, after all, and he felt too lazy to actually go and find a towel somewhere. He returned to the common room right around the time that Nao got out of the kitchen,

"Yeah? I haven't been 'round too much lately, myself. Schooling and stuff," Dusty put in, accepting the can before plopping down onto a couch, flopping his legs over the furniture's arm as he pulled the tab on the drink. Snorting at Nao's question, the deerkitten shook his head. "Arri doesn't like it, no. 'S more worried 'bout my dad finding out than anything though, I think. What 'bout yours?"

That made sense to Dusty, who nodded his agreement as he thought the matter over. They had to cover their asses to make sure nobody found out that could get them into trouble, was the gist of Nao's input. "Oughta be exclusive, keep it to people we know," Dusty concurred with the general sentiments. "No spectators draggin' things down or causing trouble, right? And... geez, what else...."

Taking a drink from the can, Dusty hardly even noticed the taste of the stuff as he stretched his back, eying again the bloodless gap on his right arm. "Probably better make a couple rules 'bout not letting people get out of control," he decided, "and probably oughta buy some first aid stuff or something. Or get it from somewhere. Or make someone else pay for it. Entry fee, or somethin'?" The prospect brought a happy glint to his eyes. "Could charge a couple bucks for people to get in, y'know, and say that it covers medical expenses if somebody gets stupid...." If, his smirk read, no doubt already thinking of better uses for such income.

The implications of distrust brought an instant complaint out of the deerkitten- "Hey, I'm good with money!" It wasn't even that Dusty desired greatly to be in charge of the finances (though he certainly wouldn't mind it...), so much as the need to protest his innocence and competence. He was a fair businessman!... most of the time. He intended to be, at least.

Fortunately, he was also practical enough not to cling to a single point too long. "Would we do it at the same place and time and stuff every month, or what?" Dusty questioned. "Probably would be hard to get word out every time where it's at and all that, without the word gettin' spread around too much... or do we want it to get spread around more?" Now that there was money involved, Dusty didn't seem so interested in keeping it so exclusive....

Dusty wouldn't argue the point- just so long as he was sure he wasn't getting patronized or put-down, he was happy enough to let it slide.

The second-generation emphasized in eager agreement- "Guardians or parents,". He didn't really want Yanisin to find out about Dusty's hobbies any more than Arrien did. It was one thing to talk his way out of trouble with his Guardian, but another thing altogether to try and figure how to handle a disappointed father. And probably, other natural-born Fa'e like himself would have very similar requirements before they'd consider getting involved. It was a point of necessary caution, at least.

"And yeah, I got a cell- you want the number?"

When Nao came out again, Dusty had already taken care of the number swap, and been by the kitchen besides to fix himself up a bowl of ice cream. No chocolate syrup or sprinkles or anything- the deerkitten couldn't find the appeal in those kinds of things, though his Guardian thought he was crazy for his unique tastes. Licking at the spoon contentedly, he tossed Nao back his cell phone and pondered over the question at hand.

"I dunno. Like... Fa'e-tality?"

Well, Dusty hadn't thought it was that bad!... but hey, Nao seemed to accept the suggestion, so the deerkitten just grinned and nodded. "There's gotta be paper around somewhere, I'm sure," he volunteered, setting his ice cream aside to search it out. It wasn't too hard to track down a piece of paper, and even easier to find a pencil among an art set he dug out of the toy box for younger Fa'e. Grabbing a book and returning to the couch, he set out the paper on the book and started jotting down notes in large, messy handwriting. "Okay, so, how much d'ya figure we should have people pay?"