"Four hundred and ninety-seven… four hundred and ninety-eight… four hundred and ninety-nine… five hundred," Ananias muttered as he repeatedly jumped over one of the crates filled with books one of his aunt had sent to him. He then collapsed to the ground and wiped a layer of sweat off of his brow using the back of his arm as he took a moment to catch his breath.

"Well," the familiar and impressed voice of Kjelle said from behind him, "look who's finally taking the initiative."

Ananias, too tired to even turn around to properly acknowledge her, simply raised his hand, gave her an exhausted wave, and simply replied, "Yeah," before letting it fall down roughly into his lap as he continued to try to catch his breath.

Kjelle smirked and made her way to the exhausted man's side. "Good. Keep it up and maybe someday you'll go from mediocre on the battlefield to half-way decent."

Ananias gave her a funny look before asking, "Aren't those two basically the same thing, except one of them just sounds slightly better than the other?"

Kjelle let out a small chuckle before squatting down, giving Ananias a good-natured punch on the shoulder, and saying, "Yes, admittedly they are. But beggars can't be choosers, now can they?"

Ananias sighed before shrugging his shoulders, nodding his head, and answering, "I guess."

Kjelle gave him a small smile and waited for a few minutes for Ananias to finish catching his breath before fiddling with her fingers, averting her eyes away from him, and saying, "Look, Ananias, this isn't exactly easy for me to say, but… I'm sorry. About before."

Ananias' eyes widened slightly in mild surprise. "Huh," he replied dully, "well that's rare."

"Don't rub it in!" Kjelle snapped before immediately turning her head away again. "Anyway, I shouldn't have gotten so mad at you when I found out that you weren't going to give me all of that stuff for free. I should've realized that you were just doing what you thought your family would've wanted you to do, and you acted accordingly. Can't say that I'm not guilty of doing that either, you know?"

Ananias nodded understandingly. "Yeah."

"I just sort of thought that our friendship meant more, that's all," Kjelle continued. "And when it looked like it didn't, I ended up getting all wound up over nothing." She turned back to Ananias with a small smile on her face. "Can you find it in your heart to forgive me?"

Ananias nodded. "Of course."

"Really?"

"Really." He then nonchalantly shrugged. "Heck, if I were being completely honest, I had already sort of forgotten about the whole thing. Forgiveness just comes naturally after that, doesn't it? And besides, as a friend, that was admittedly kind of heartless of me, wasn't it?" He held out his hand. "Truce?"

Kjelle chuckled. "Truce," she said before gladly taking Ananias' offer to shake on it. "I'm actually really glad that we can leave that mess behind us. Your friendship isn't something that I'd be too keen on losing."

"Yeah," Ananias said slowly as he awkwardly scratched the back of his head, "about that." He turned to Kjelle and innocently asked, "Since when exactly did we become friends?"

Kjelle was visibly taken aback by such a question. "What?!" she cried.

Ananias shrugged. "I mean, I'm just saying."

Kjelle couldn't believe what she was hearing. "Since, like, forever!"

Ananias thought it over for a bit before giving Kjelle a nervous wince. "Can you be a little bit more specific?"

"Okay, fine, forget about forever! We've at least been friends since we started fighting at each other's side back in our world, right?"

"Doesn't that just make us companions or associates with one another?" Ananias dully pointed out. "I mean, fighting alongside one another doesn't exactly automatically two people friends, you know?"

Kjelle angrily stood up and threw her hands up into the air. "I don't believe it!" She placed her hands on her hips as she aimed a glare at the innocently insensitive redhead. "Are you telling me that you've not once thought of me as a friend up until now?!"

Ananias blushed as he rubbed the back of his neck. "Well, I mean, I care about you and all and you seem to care about me enough, and we do sort of get along most of the time, but that doesn't exactly make us friends, you know?" He then held up his hands and quickly added, "Not that I wouldn't mind being friends with you or anything."

Kjelle shook her head incredulously. "Fine. Whatever. We're officially friends now. You happy?"

Ananias nodded. "Kind of," he answered. "Just one more question though."

Kjelle sighed. "And that is?"

Ananias leaned toward her and whispered, "What exactly do you do besides train and fight?"

Kjelle gasped. "W-Well, what do you do besides be mediocre at everything and do whatever someone else asks you to do?!"

"Well, it's the only thing I ever see you do," Ananias calmly argued. "And we don't exactly talk that much…."

"And whose fault is that?!"

Ananias thought about it for a bit before innocently pointing at Kjelle and answering, "Yours?"

"What?! How?!"

"…Because you're always off training," Ananias said matter-of-factly.

Kjelle's cheeks turned beet red. "Well, if you wanted to talk to me, then maybe you should've taken some initiative and actually tried to start a conversation with me!"

"Why would I start a conversation with someone who visibly doesn't seem to want one?" Ananias asked.

Kjelle gaped at him for a moment before irritably shaking her head, waving her hands dismissively, and saying, "You know what? I give up."

Ananias' eyes widened in surprise. "Give up on what?"

"On being friends with you!" Kjelle cried. "We've obviously two very different people who aren't going to change anytime soon, so let's just leave it at that and keep out of each other's way, alright?"

Ananias shrugged. "Alright, if that's what you want."

Kjelle glared at him. "Case and point," she muttered before leaving the red-clad man back to his own devices.

Ananias let out a weary sigh. "Well, that went well."

Author's Note: These continue to be the hardest supports to write for. Oh Kjelle, why are so many of your supports so repetitive? Especially with most of the male future children? It's gotten to the point where I'm genuinely worried if I wrote for her accurately here. I'm honestly getting a little worried with these. *_*'