Xit & Onia

"Ayse!"

LaRee's jarring, frantic voice rang out, "I think there is a problem with this metal!"

Ayse ran his finger down the side of the watch to instantly shut off. After hopping off the bed, Ayse strolled over to the bathroom, opened the door, and poked his head inside. "What's up?"

"Look at this. No matter how many times I scrub and spray, these spots are not coming off," LaRee replied as his fingers tried to wear down a tiny washcloth against the axehead. 

In contrast, Ayse's eyes lit up at the sight. 

Slap!

"You lucky archer!" Ayse yelled, smacking LaRee's back to shatter his worrisome thoughts. "There's nothing wrong with that tomahawk, except for the fact that you robbed Cerdo better than I robbed that well-dressed asshole!" 

"But I paid for these axes. I did not steal anything," LaRee retorted out of reflex.