[ For all this prickly pear tension, Ian seems pretty unfazed. It takes quite a bit to flap the unflappable. Zen Master Fowler, at your punching service.
Besides, he concedes anyway which is a win. As annoyed as Nathan is, Ian seems equivalently pleased. Compromise is a beautiful thing, and so is tequila.
Alright.
Round two. This one comes in the form of a slightly more solid slug to the arm, because he... doesn't feel great about the concept of punching a guy in the face twice. When he was a teenager, him and the four or five guys he'd hang out with regularly would do dumb shit like "play games". There was letter B, and there was this one called dead arm which... essentially is what it sounds like, you take turns punching each other in the same exact spot on the arm until it goes numb.
He wasn't great at it, but hey, let it never be said the experience didn't become relevant later in life. ]
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Besides, he concedes anyway which is a win. As annoyed as Nathan is, Ian seems equivalently pleased. Compromise is a beautiful thing, and so is tequila.
Alright.
Round two. This one comes in the form of a slightly more solid slug to the arm, because he... doesn't feel great about the concept of punching a guy in the face twice. When he was a teenager, him and the four or five guys he'd hang out with regularly would do dumb shit like "play games". There was letter B, and there was this one called dead arm which... essentially is what it sounds like, you take turns punching each other in the same exact spot on the arm until it goes numb.
He wasn't great at it, but hey, let it never be said the experience didn't become relevant later in life. ]