gothic western drabble 2
they won't leave me alone- so here's another bit of them being silly with each other <33 ft old western slang and phrases bc i forgot how much i love old timey phrases
The marksman just wanted to rest after all that transpired.
Doing anything with Johnny was exhausting, but travelling followed by fighting, followed again by travelling, and then setting up camp was beyond exhausting with Johnny.
"Wanna snort?" The actor smiled, his usual charm cranked up to a hundred now that Kenshi was tired beyond belief. Despite the canteen held out in a more than friendly hand, Kenshi raised a brow at him, as if Johnny had been speaking in tongues.
"What?" He breathed, Johnny chuckling at his confusion.
"Sorry, sugar, do you want a drink?" He corrected, and Kenshi pursed his lips as he snatched the canteen, Johnny hissing another laugh.
Kenshi took a swig, sighing in relief and dumping some of the water over his head, the heat of the afternoon still lingering into the evening.
"You act like I was tryin' to clean your plow," The actor rolled his eyes, the marksman tempted to throw water at him. Instead, he rolled his eyes in return, Johnny laughing.
"I don't even know what you're saying to me half the time," Kenshi grumbled, taking another swig of water, sighing and letting his head fall back against the tree.
His eyes had fallen shut, letting himself cool off. Despite his closed eyes and tense demeanor, Johnny still stepped in front of what little sun was left of the day, Kenshi peeking an eye open.
"Now you know how I feel when you grumble to yourself in Japanese, Takahashi." Johnny teased, pinching the tip of Kenshi's nose, the marksman making a noise of discontent and slapping his hand away, pushing himself up to stand.
"Don't start with that, Carlton," Kenshi warned, and Johnny put his hands on his hips, looking behind him at some imaginary audience while pointing to Kenshi.
"And here I thought he wouldn't care a continental," He joked, the marksman groaning at his antics, tossing the canteen back into his chest once he had screwed it shut.
"What's so difficult about speaking normally to me?" Kenshi sighed, exasperated with Johnny's words.
"I am speaking to you normally! Well, normally for here, anyway," He amended, and Kenshi sighed.
"私がこれまでに下したあらゆる決断が、私をあなたへと導いたのです。" He complained, throwing his hands up in the air before reaching up to grab his hat from where he had placed it on a branch.
"Well, you sound dreadful pretty like that, darlin'," Johnny smirked, trailing right behind the marksman, Kenshi flushing at the obvious staring Johnny was doing below his belt, "Fine as cream gravy." The actor mumbled, and Kenshi was tempted to turn around and slap him.
"Quit staring at my ass." The marksman spoke instead, clear and concise, and he heard the footsteps stop behind him.
Kenshi turned, Johnny looking like he was struck by lightning, face flushed and mouth hung open.
The marksman took his opportunity to get Johnny back just a little bit more, taking a step forward. One hand landed on Johnny's waist, the other palm up, Kenshi's fingers extended to close Johnny's mouth.
"You'll catch flies, darlin'," Kenshi mimicked Johnny's accent, the actor blinking like he'd just been struck.
The marksman's hands retreated, giving Johnny a pat on the shoulder and an annoyed smile before he continued back to his tent, Johnny sputtering and chasing after him again.
Maybe travelling with the actor wasn't so bad.
(the japanese was done using a translator (linked bc i think it works better than google does), but it's supposed to say "Every decision I've ever made led me to you, you absolute moron."
also, the phrase "clean your plow" means to beat somebody up, and "fine as cream gravy" just means "very good" or "top notch")
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