faderift | The 'Gun' Show

WHO: Samouel Gareth and Gavin Ashara & Anyone welcome to come watch or converse.
WHAT: Sam and Gavin feel like they need to better prepare themselves for those climbing/falling lessons. Time to work out.
WHEN: Fifth of Firstfall
WHERE: By those training dummies behind the Herald's Rest.
NOTES: More than likely partial nudity (scandalous). Feel free to jump into Sam's and Gavin's conversation or if you want start off a post and maybe gossip while they put on a show? Brackets/prose welcome

So lessons in falling safely were going well. That was probably just being nice about it. Gavin knew how to climb, but his falling expertise was in 'no grace and nearly breaking a neck'. Sam on the other hand could take a fall well, but his climbing could certainly take work.

Obviously they needed to work on some things, like perhaps working out to better themselves. And what better way than to do that with a buddy?

"So wait... you fell and managed to do so in such a way to slam into a horse?" He doesn't want to believe it, but after knowing Gavin after this long he does. Sam finds it amusing that they both have a habit of falling or hurting themselves in some odd fashion, but Gavin truly has a gift.

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"Are you making fun of my muscles?" he snorts with amusement, reaching over and lightly punching Gavin in the leg. "I don't think lifting is your forte, Gavin."

Gavin snickered as he pulled himself upright, and then leaned down to offer Sam an arm up as well.

"I would never make fun of your muscles," He said, reaching out to squeeze Sam's bicep once he was standing. "Oggle them? Sure. Feel ravenously envious? Of course. But I would never make fun of them." His eyes twinkled as he spoke and then he pulled back to brush himself down completely.

"I'm mostly surprised that you think I might have a forte at all."

Sam raises a brow at the way Gavin is touching him and looking, but other then a faint reddening of his cheeks he doesn't seem all that bothered by it.

"What, you don't? I was pretty sure you were good at falling out of things or causing trouble."

"Okay, if falling out of things or causing trouble count as fortes, then maybe I have a couple," He replied with a grin - noticing the faint blush but he wasn't going to push it, this time. This time.

"What about you? Blacksmithing must be an actual forte. Magicing people to death. Well. Or healing them. You know what I mean."

"I do. You're forgetting being a personal punching bag," he chuckles, pushing himself to sit up, patting his back off of dirt.

"There's nothing else you're good at? Archery?"

"Well, I think I can pull off a decent shot, at least." He's being somewhat modest, and for good reason. All his best shots look like accidents. "And I can drink like a dwarf. That must count for something."

"I'm sure the drinking comes in handy from time to time, so yeah?" Gavin could certainly drink him under the table, which he's never going to try.

Getting up from his spot, he heads over to the wall to start trying again. "Nothing else you're good at? Carving? Climbing? Play an instrument?"

"I guess it depends on how you define 'good at'," He mused, leaning on that very wall, his thoughts taking him away from the handstands. "I've met a lot of people, and no matter how good I am at something, I know there's someone better. I've met someone better! And to be honest - I kind of like it that way. I like just kind of - muddling through things."

It kept expectations low.

It kept disappointment at bay.

Well having a wall to push up against was much easier. Still it took certain tries for him to balance his knees onto his elbows before pushing off. It certainly was odd looking at the world this way, leaning against the wall upside while having a conversation with someone right side up.

"So you just don't want to be better at something? Just kind of do a little of everything?"

"Yeah, exactly. Why settle on doing one thing well when I can do dozens of things with mediocrity."

He watches Sam as he moves, his hand going out to touch the man's ankles and help stabilize him.

"Then I always have plenty to learn, right?"

Actually with the wall helping him he's pretty stable, so playfully he moves a leg away to bop Gavin on the head.

"It still doesn't hurt to be better at least one thing, Gavin."

Gavin laughs and rubs his forehead, pretending it hurt more than it had.

"Well, alright, but what in Thedas would I want to be better at than everyone? Can I just be good at cheering people up? Is that a skill I can master?"

"That isn't something you should be asking me. I think that's a great skill to have, but those questions are ones that only you can answer."

"Now you're getting all philosophical on me," Gavin accused, laughing, before pushing Sam over (gently, but firmly) in retaliation.

Just when he was starting to get comfortable, too. Sam huffs as he crashes to the ground, reaching out to bonk Gavin on his leg. "It's an honest answer. I can't just tell you what you want to be good at, or what you should."

"I would tell you if I knew," Gavin replied honestly, laughing, before stepping over to help him back up. "Right now, I want to be the best that I can be at helping the Inquisition defeat Corypheus. Everything else is sort of secondary."

"Well that's certainly a great thing to be good at." Sam expects the help graciously, giving a small grunt as he stretched out his muscles. "Well I think that's enough handstand practice for the day."

Gavin laughed, and patted Sam's shoulder companionably. "Sounds good to me. Come on, let's see if I can't get you to learn how to drink. Ale on me."

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