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"But.. That fight shouldn't matter unless Connor beat Kaegan or something.. Or if Connor threw the first punch.. If Kaegan just beat up Connor, then there shouldn't be a big fuss..." His voice was still quiet, Isiah yelling so loud had scared him, as well.

"... Right?"

"What does that mean? David.. Goalith.. Thing?"

Tsurai blushed lightly. Isiah was making less and less sense as time wore on. He sunk deeper into his stride, slouching more, hands in his pockets.
"I'm sorry," he whispered.
For not understanding, really. Tsurai was apologising for his stupidity, really. But Isiah probably wouldn't realise that.

Tsurai sighed deeply. "I don't know. I think Connor is smarter than Kaegan.. Sometimes. In his eyes...." Tsurai's posture slumped more, if it all possible. He was practically horizontal while he finished the last part, voice softer than usual.
"For being a gypsy.."

Tsurai stood up straight, looking up at Isiah. "You knew he was Romany..?"
He looked at the ground, kicking a rock. "I figured you wouldn't, since you didn't know about the DuPloys."

"But you can tell.." He got cut off, reaching the hut already.
Tsurai hesitated for a moment, before following Isiah inside.

Connor lifted the shirt off his face and looked over to Isiah. "No," he groaned, sitting up. His face was a mass of swollen lumps and dried blood under his nose and scalp.

Tsurai hid slightly behind Isiah, not quite sure what he was supposed to be doing.

"What's with the kid? Still afraid of me?" Connor stated in rough, broken Denzien. Good enough to understand, but not perfect. Connor had made a note to teach it to himself.

He looked over to Tsurai, who was now sinking in posture again at not understanding what they were saying.

"What happened out there?" He took the shirt and rubbed his face absent mindedly, "Ceta stopped by."

Connor grunted briefly, putting his hand up, hoping Isiah's get the hint that he didn't want ot be touched right now.

"Uhh.. Should I go..?" Tsurai mustered, turning toward the door.
"No," Connor looked to Tsurai with something akin to a glare. "Come here," the Romani held his left hand out when Tsurai stood uncomfortably infront of the Gypsy.
"Give me the dogtags," Connor ordered.

Tsurai gave a pleading gaze to Isiah, but then did as told.
"Close your eyes," Connor stated.

Tsurai took a step backward. "W-why?" He looked to Isiah, again.

"You two baby him." Connor answered, twirling the dogtags in his hand.
"Come here, Tsurai, and Close your eyes."

Tsurai swallowed and nervously did as told.
Connor dropped the dogtags and leaned forward, the cot squeaking. Tsurai started to shiver, afraid of what he was hearing.

Connor reached his right arm forward and flicked Tsurai's nose, hard.
Tsurai called out and held it, opening his eyes, hands clamped over his nose and mouth.
"What was that for?!"

Connor smirked, sitting back down and picking up the tags in his hand, his facial expression quickly dissipating to its serious tone. "They never did touch your face, did they?"

Tsurai closed his eyes as he began sneezing.

Connor tossed Tsurai the dirty shirt, but the boy didn't catch it. He was too busy sneezing. "Wipe your nose when you stop."