#◈TIGERS AND WOLVES WORK BEST WHEN TOGETHER [JAEGEAL]

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The warm glow of paper lanterns strung up on wires drowned out even the darkest shadow, colorful decorations and advertisements posted on each stall lining the winding alleyways of Sector One's immigrant district. There was hot food and cold drinks, various games of chance available to be swindled by as the night stretched on- Everything illuminated by the distant pop and crackle of fireworks against a backdrop of hazy indigo.

Jae-hyo couldn't help but smirk as he watched Angeal apply the same focus and single-minded concentration on goldfish catching as he would with a serious sparring match, eyes narrowed and steady hands poised. The wire paddle of sorts was covered by a thin layer of translucent rice paper, prone to breaking if too much moisture soaked into the delicate material.

"Ah, you're trying to go about it the wrong way- There's kind of a trick to it that they never tell you, of course..." he explains, handing over a few gil to buy his own catching net.

Slowly, he slips the paddle into the water at a shallow angle and does nothing, waiting for the right moment to strike. Before Hewley can ask what the trick is, a small black and orange fish swims over part of the rice paper, prompting Yoon to flick it into his waiting rice bowl full of water. He manages to land three more before the paper finally gives out, tearing in the middle.

"It takes a little practice, but once you get the hang of it, it's actually pretty easy."

He guides his hands over Angeal's and attempts to help him better understand how slowly to move the paddle, keeping it close to the surface of the pool, but deep enough so the fish won't notice it.

"Okay... Now- Go for it, man!" he barks out, gesturing to a rather ugly black moor with telescopic eyes. Jae looks about as invested as an extreme sports fan might be as the SOLDIER seems to get the timing just right, landing the fish into the small plastic bowl in his left hand.

"You got 'im, nice! See, not so hard, right?" Yoon laughs, handing off the quartet of little orange and black goldfish he'd won to Angeal. The First traded him for the single black fish, Jae-hyo peering down at the big-eyed thing.

"Oh man, it's so ugly, it's like he circles right back around to being kinda cute..." the Turk muses aloud, glancing back at Hewley and flashing a toothy sliver of a grin.

It was normally pretty difficult to catch Jae unawares, but having a good looking guy roughly about the size of a king behemoth gently push back the loose curtain of his wavy hair made his next funny comment dry up and die in his throat.

It's a blink and you'll miss it touch of soft lips against the corner of his mouth that really throws a wrench into the constantly turning gears of his calculating mind, so he pulls a stupid face and he's absolutely going to strangle the other man later for making him blush like a freaking girl.

"That... just reminded me of when a over-affectionate auntie goes in to buss your cheek, but you turn at the wrong moment and get it right on the lips," he deadpans, mustering up enough ire at his current predicament to glare daggers at Angeal.

"Shiva's frosty tits- Do I gotta teach you how to kiss now, too?" he asks, not anticipating an answer because he's tugging Hewley forward by the collar of his shirt to show him how they 'do it in the big city'.