V felt her fur instinctively bristle at the mere thought of anyone insulting her Tam. “Ok, you got me there,” she chuckled through half-clenched teeth. “It’s like that expression, you know, ‘do as I say, not as a do.’ But an eye patch is gonna look pret-ty cool, so you got that going for you.”
She tilted her head thoughtfully. “Though… I’m surprised people still mess with your friends. I’d think you’d have quite the reputation at this point. If they every try the same with me, they won’t be bothering anyone for quite some time.” She instinctively reached for her bat, before remembering it had been confiscated overnight.
Hai shrugged, “I know, right? You’d think others would be like ‘hey lets not talk about his friends in front of him when he’s punched a guy for’it before’.” He neglected to include that he could be over-protective, and if not for his friends holding him back, he’d easily confront someone about giving them a funny look.
“Maybe it’s ‘cause I’ma’ Kacheek, since most’of ‘um tend to go through flower fields or whatevah, so they might be skeptical of if I really can really punch.” He put his fists together. Now that he thought about it, it was puzzling- he didn’t even hide it all that much, spontaneously starting and joining fights, although not without reason.
V couldn't help but chuckle at the thought of Hai frolicking among the flowers. Maybe if they were really punk flowers made out of metal or something...
"Maybe that would help, y'know. Flowers, nature, that kinda junk. Make you less high strung, maybe?" She leaned forward as she put her chin on her hand. "I'm hardly one to talk, though. Looking at any sorta relaxing stuff just pisses me off. And nothing takes the edge off like a good fight. It's like I got my wires crossed or something."
