A meeting

[wantwhatiwant]

Who | Ian and Ian
What| A meeting and shenanigans
Where | Desert arena.
When | Week 4
Warnings/Notes | None yet

Now that Ian was covered head to foot in a black robe he was finding things a little easier, it was still unbearably hot during the day but at least his skin wasn't blistering. At least not any more than it already had. His feet were a mess, blistered and burnt from the hot sand and he swore as he walked.

He was looking for food, Marius should be alright looking for water, though Ian worried about the guy every time they split up.

He realised that in a place where the aim was to be the last one standing worrying about others was a bit stupid, but he wasn't going to abandon his humanity just because he was a captive.

He paused to take a mouthful of water, they had plenty even if it was important to find more, if they were to last long.

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[splendid_roman]

Despite it being hot Ian still pulled his cloak round him when he went outside. The rest of the suit was not the best thing to wear in the heat and he wasn't going to take his clothes off, whatever Valeria said. The cloak at least kept the sun off some of his skin.

It had been a while since he last received any sponsor gifts and although he'd reached the point of not being hungry any more, he was still thirsty and not willing to risk drinking the water here.

He looked around, saw no one who was likely to attack - probably - then looked up at the sky. "Some water would be nice. Please."

[wantwhatiwant]

Ian heard the words before he spotted the figure, sound traveled quite far here. But he spotted the man not long after, and started towards him, before holding out a water bottle.

"I guess asking the sky sometimes does work." He grinned, holding his hands up in a non threatening gesture.

[splendid_roman]

"Thank you." Ian smiled and took the water bottle, but he sniffed it before he tried it. Then he limited himself to a couple of mouthfulls. "I've been getting some gifts from the sky, but they seem to have dried up recently."

He held out the bottle to pass it back when he noticed the label on it. Then he took a closer look. "I think this was supposed to be for me." It had his first name on it, after all.

[wantwhatiwant]

Ian grinned back, happy to share. He had still been getting water at least, but apart from that nothing, since his sleeping bag. He guessed he wasn't being interesting enough, he didn't care.

His smile faded though and turned into a glare, "You calling me a thief?"

[splendid_roman]

"No," he said quickly, not wanting to get into a fight with a child. He didn't move, trying to appear non-threatening, but kept a tight hold of the water bottle. "I expect it came down close to you by mistake and you naturally assumed it was yours."

[wantwhatiwant]

Ian clenched his fists but forced himself to calm down. Losing his temper would help no one, and probably just get himself killed.

"I tend to assume that things belong to me when they have my fucking name on them."

[splendid_roman]

Ian hadn't missed the clenched fists. "Don't talk to me in that tone of voice," he said in his teacher's voice, not considering whether it would be a good idea or not. "You should have said your name was Ian too."

The bottle just had those three letters on, no surname. And perhaps Ian should have checked before he suggested it was for him, but he didn't think that justified the other Ian swearing like that.

[wantwhatiwant]

"We're in a fucking death match and you're lecturing me on tone?" Ian raised his eyebrow, clenching his fists again.

"And maybe you should have considered that you're not the only person called Ian in the world before assuming I was a thief."

[splendid_roman]

Ian rolled his eyes. This boy was defensive, but it at least seemed like he was all talk. "I didn't assume you were a thief. I assumed you took it by accident."

He knew he should give the water back, but he really needed some and wasn't quite ready to relinquish it just yet.

[wantwhatiwant]

"Yeah?" It was too hot to fight, especially over something so stupid. So Ian forced himself to calm down and shrugged. "Keep it."

He had plenty anyways. "Just check your facts before accusing people."

[splendid_roman]

"Thanks, I will." He smiled at Ian, ignoring his attitude and acting pleasant in response.

[wantwhatiwant]

Ian wished he had pockets to shove his hands in, instead he folded them in his robe.