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Shiyaa blinked," Lovers and swimming are equally complex if you ask me..." He said, standing up. He tied his skirt up so it was shorter and easier to manuver in. The he took several of his red ribbons and braided them into his hair.

Shiyaa smiled as he listened to Tristen sing, almost feeling like he should dance again. Instead, he crossed his arms and listened.

Tristan heard Dust's comment and merely giggled."See, I told you why I liked them did't I?" He stood up and walked over to him. He placed a simlpe kiss on his cheek and held his chin between his thumb and forefinger of his right hand."They feel absolutely exquisite don't they?"

"Looks like I'll need to get a new pair to replace those." Tristan walked around the bend and into a hidden cave where he pulled down an extra pair of the same black satin boxers. He carried them out to Dust and handed to to him."If you'll hand me the other pair, I'll have to fix them soon." he simply smiled and slid his forefinger down the bridge of Dust's nose, in a way he might do a well mannered little boy to show he cared."It's not a problem and nothing tobe embarrased about. They are pretty old. I've had those for a few years, so it's about time that something like that happened."

Dust was blushing to the point that the redness was spreading to his chest. He accepted the boxers without comment, and actually flinched when Tristan touched his face.

He wasn't embarassed about his butt showing. I mean, he was wearing a little fundoshi for peat's sake. He was embarassed because he Killed Tristan's underwear, and he'd only just met him ten seconds ago, and Tristan told him how much he liked them and everything... and he figured that line about having them for years... he figured the boy was just being nice.

"Sorry," he managed to stammer out as he stood up and turned around, mostly out of habit of keeping his "privates"... private. He was completely comfortable being dressed or undressed in The Garden, because people didn't generally focus on him. Fighters were focused on Whores they could use, or checking out the competition. Whores generally focused on Fighters who could potentially utilize them at the drop of a hat, and paid Dust and Watchers like him little mind.

He hooked his thumbs in the ripped boxer's waistline and bent over, pushing them down to his ankles, probably giving Tristan quite a view, but he wasn't really thinking right now. He just wanted this awkwardness and humiliation over so he could do drown himself. And as he stepped into the new pair and pulled them up, he watched Yaru move.

"You really were amazing out there, weren't you?" he remarked, quietly, maybe with a little awe. Dust hadn't quite achieved that level of precision in his movements. Maybe he should take up dancing.

He shrugged as the boy berated himself. "Didn't look so bad to me."

And he looked up as though he had a sudden thought and looked over his shoulder at Tristan. "These really are nice," he commented with a whistle, and he handed the boy the one's he'd accidently ripped. "And... sorry."

Looking back to Yaru he proposed, "Alright, so do you want me to be a punching bag that'll hit ya back and work on getting your reflexes up, or am I teaching Shiyaa here how to not-drown? I'm not a bit sleepy," he grinned, the redness of his face finally starting to dim.

"Be ready." Was all he said before turning and going to punch the other, when he dodged he chased after him, sweeping low for a kick. He bent and flipped backwards to avoid the other's punch, striking out with his legs as he backflipped three time sand then got down into a stance.

Shiyaa watched the fight in amusement. Sure, he wasn't a Fighter, but that didn't mean he didn't fight. When he was younger he recently fought, although that was more for survival. He also thought that the fight was much more entertaining than the thought of drowning. A lot.