~Don't~Let~Lord~Dilandau~Catch~Us
Viole, Chesta, Dalet, Gatti and Miguel are in the Dragon Slayers dorm.
"Come on, Gatti, you get used to it after a while." Dalet whined.
"No! You're too rough." He snapped, crossing his arms and glaring at him.
"Well, I can't think of any other way to do it."
"Oh, if it'll shut you up, I will." Viole snapped.
"No, you always want to have the better grip, and then it's no fun for me." Miguel looked over at Dalet.
"Why are you so bent over doing this. YOU may like it, but the people you manage to sucker into being your partner really feels it in the morning. I speak from experience." Dalet rolled his eyes and turned back to Gatti.
"Come on, you're the only one who hasn't tried it yet."
"And I don't plan on it."
"Oh Gatti, go on. If it'll shut him up, then go on." Chesta sighed.
"Fine, just don't let Lord Dilandau catch us again. He got real mad 'cause last time you insisted that we use a strong table, and the one you chose just happened to be his." Miguel muttered.
"Alright, alright I get the point. Let's get started." Miguel watched as Dalet strained hard against Gatti.
"Wow, Gatti, you're stronger then you look. You rethinking this yet, Dalet?"
"S-shut up Miguel." He snapped, panting.
"Ahhh!!! Hey, that hurt!!!" Gatti cried out.
"Hah!!" That's all of ya." Dalet panted. "Actually, Miguel...."
"Oh, no. Don't even think of it. Go get Lord Dilandau if you want someone who can last longer then you."
"What, so none of you want to-"
"NO!!!"
"Good god. No one want's to arm wrestle anymore."