CHAPTER FORTY NINE: Something Worth an Apology

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Reaching the forest edge, I dismounted and tied Liberty to a tree branch, giving myself a quick pat down to make sure I still had everything.
"Neither do I, but hopefully something that isn't too difficult to find..." I mumbled, stretching as Jean hitched Arcadia and came to stand by my side.
"Well, you're the expert, so after you."

Is he trying to be a gentleman? Why did he even come if he isn't a hunter?

Rolling my eyes, I launched myself into full swing, keeping a sharp lookout for any movement on the ground, or even in the trees.
"Are you gonna swoop it like a titan, or-"
"Jean, shut up. We won't find a damn thing if you're flapping your gums." I hissed, shooting him a glare from over my shoulder.
"Well shit, sorry...I was just cu-"
"Zzzzzzzip it!"

After about half an hour or so, that forced silence worked in our favour. The poor guy almost collided into my back when I perched myself against the side of a tree, holding my hand up to make sure he'd keep his voice down. Below, what appeared to be a feral goat was nosing around in the tufts of grass, completely oblivious.

"What the hell is a goat doing in here?" When Jean whispered into my ear, a shiver tickled down my spine, and I almost made a noise. Leaning back, I tilted my head a little to respond, not wanting to take my eyes off the target.
"It probably strayed from a nearby farm. It's kind of skinny, but it would work for a..." I trailed off once I finally glanced towards Jean, realising that our faces were dangerously close. Whipping my head back around, I swallowed that thick lump down and his my heated cheeks. "...it would work for a few meals..."

Holy shit, that was too close!

Slowly, I moved my hand grip down towards my holsters, preparing to clip on a blade and go for the kill. It wasn't a very big animal, but if I kept my eyes on it, I could easily take it down in one move.
"Get ready to head it off if I miss." I whispered, not giving my company a chance to respond as I sent an anchor shooting out to a tree a few metres behind where the goat foraged. The moment I saw its ears prick up, I was off, but that was the last thing I could really remember before I was kneeling on top of it.

Panting, I watched in hazy surprise as the feral goat rattled, huffing out a final, laboured breath as the blood trickled from its throat, where my blade stuck right through.

Back at it again with the mental blackouts...

"Okay, I've gotta say it...You're scary fast, ya know that?!" Jean landed a few feet away, not at all gracefully, and spun to look at me. "How the fuck did you find it in all this?!" Clueless, I blinked up at him for a bit, trying to understand what he meant.
"I'm gonna need you to elaborate. Actually, just give me a detailed recount, it might work better."

I was already wearing down his patience, just like old times, and it would have been a lie if I had said I didn't find it just a little entertaining.
"D..did you like, space out or something?! You missed, I missed, then boom! You went full abnormal bitch mode and chased the fucker down!" Jean's arms were flailing about in complete exasperation, and I just knelt there, nodding my head as though it were completely normal. "I lost sight of you for a second and you were just...gone! Don't freak me out like that, idiot!"

Freak you out..?

"You worrying about me again, Jean-Boy?" I laughed, finally regaining my usual demeanor and tugging my blade free from the goat's neck. Thanks to my pressure on the body, blood spurted out in a heavier stream than expected, and I ended up receiving an unpleasant shower of crimson.
"For fucks sake..." Jean smacked his hand against his face as I spluttered, falling right back onto my ass in the dirt. "You go from zero to one hundred...right back to zero..."

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