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6. Force-feed

"There is no way I'm eating that." I crossed my arms over my chest and turned my head to the side.

"Sh'really good…" Snow mumbled through a mouthful.

"Yeah, well, you'd think so. You cooked it…if that could even have been called cooking."

This was bullshit. Snow could cook about as well as he could explain astrophysics, which was not at all. As far as I was concerned, Snow wasn't good for much of anything aside from fighting (with myself and beasts alike). A charred rat sat in front of me while everyone else gnawed begrudgingly away at their own rodent.

"Suit yourself; more for me."

But just as Snow shot out a gloved hand to snatch the rat up, Lightning spoke up. "Leave it, Snow. Jak, eat your food before I make you eat it."

My eyebrows perked up at that and I leaned toward her. "Feisty!"

The others giggled, Lightning spluttered, and I swear I saw her blush in the faint glow of the campfire. "I just meant that…she needs her energy."

"Uh-huh, sure." I rolled my eyes and finally took a chomp out of our makeshift meal. Not as bad as it could have been, I guess.

7. Good-natured

The day I finally got injured was the day I cried like a baby. Because the deal is, Jak Flak may talk a good game, but she is no match for the poison inflicted when a Gorgonopsid takes a gigantic chomp out of your leg. Let me tell you, that shit hurts.

"Stay still, Jak," Hope urged, bent over my leg with his hands outstretched. The kid meant well, but for some reason his normally superb healing skills weren't working this time.

"It hurts," I moaned, my fingers clawing at the dirty ground and lashing out with my other foot to kick the head of the dead creature that lay beside me. "Stupid Gorgo. I hate you."

"If you keep moving, the poison will spread." This uttered in a soft, low voice from beside my ear. I looked over, just the teensiest bit creeped out, and saw that it was Lightning. She raised her hand tentatively and carded her fingers through my hair once…and then again, and again, until I forgot all about Hope blushing and hurriedly muttering the incantation for an Esuna spell. My head strained upwards towards Lightning's touch before I blacked out.

8. Hex

"I could put a spell on you to make you love me, y'know…" I waggled my bony fingers at Lightning, resisting the urge to grin like an idiot.

The pink haired woman scoffed and hopped a couple of boulders above me. "That's Hope's job."

"So now someone has a sense of humor!"

9. Indecent Assault

All I remembered from that night was groping hands and heaving breaths. Not to mention chests. And damn did Lightning have one.

I also remembered that she never talked about it afterward.

10. Jabber

"I mean, it's not like you have to answer me right away or anything. It'd just be nice, y'know, to know. 'Cus normally you're all :| and so I have to be all o.o, like, 'what did she mean by that?' y'know?" I chuckled nervously. Jak Flak never got nervous. Except around pale-skinned, pink haired women who just so happened to be the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen. No big deal, though. "So, like, tonight maybe…or tomorrow, even, if that's what you want. It's totally up to you; I'm not pressuring you into-"

A smash of lips against mine that propelled me backwards and consequently led to the smash of my head against a cliff face. It was Lightning, smirking. "Shut up, Jak."