Anita
His smirk faltered as he watched Ally's lips strain into a *Very* Pained smile as he demanded what must've been *Politely* For him. A cold scoff escaped Dava as he continued to lean forward, his smirk only widening as he dared to remark; "Two words, sedura—or is that *Too hard* For you to say?" He began to snicker, getting too caught up in his own laughter to acknowledge Ally marching towards him. 

The smirk was smacked clean off his face—*Literally!* His scarf immediately fell back around his neck as Ally's hand came down swiftly upon his cheek. He visibly winced before turning to snarl bitterly, "What was that for?!" He glowed with irritation now as he shoved the turnscrew roughly against Ally's chest. "I was only trying to get you to be *Nice* For once! You're never in the mood for *That* Apparently!" With that, his hand went to clutch his cheek gently. He rubbed his cheek tenderly, glaring daggers towards the Breton. Why did he have to be so uptight all the time?! He was only being a tease! Nothing more! Sure, he found it more than amusing to get under his skin but it wasn't as if he was *Pestering* The man! Why did he have to take the excitement out of *Everything?* He crossed his arms, removing his hand away from his reddened cheek. It was left with a faint imprint of the palm of the Breton's hand, only adding to Dava's bitter mood. He didn't even have to see his reflection to acknowledge what mark was left behind! "It couldn't *Kill* You to be nice and throw in a *'please'* Every now and then." He murmured under his breath, a venomous hint to his tone. He held out his other palm that revealed the various screws upon. 

Glaring back at the man, the former glint of mischief returned. His sly smirk returned but it was much more bittersweet than before. *"'Juohn, Davaras.'* Oh, how kind you are for thanking me, sedura! It's no problem, *Really."* In a mimicking tone, he openly mocked Ally, emphasizing the 'thank you' within his sour, immature tone.
Sydney
Ally snatched the screws, and took turnscrew, his cold gaze on Dava. He wasn't going to acknowledge or feed into his sort of idiotic behavior! But he just had by smacking him across the face. Ally pulled his hand away and shook it, clenching the screws and ignoring the pain that shit through his hands as the pointy ends pressed into his skin, his serious gaze locked on Dava-

His voice dripped with venom, and he glowered, how could he ever work with someone like this? His ears pinned back and if he didn't have tools in his hand he would have covered them just to block out his annoying laughter, **"Get your ass over here so we can fix the wagon."** He hissed, turning his back to Dava and marching over to the wagon- anger showing in every one of his heavy steps. He was definitely feeding into his, but what could he do! Dava had to be annoying at every possible instance he could. He was going to give that man another concussion if he didn't shut up in a second! 

Ally threw the screws on the ground, slamming the turnscrew onto the bed of the wagon before rolling one of the other logs over. He didn't need Dava! He wasn't going to acknowledge his *Mocking*. He laid the log down next to the wagon and pulled up the freshly fixed wheel and the other part to fix under the wagon, looking over his supplies before snapping his gaze to Dava. He felt only fury when he looked at the snobby man. **"Get over here, now, unless you want to be stuck here forever!"** Was Ally ever going to learn demands wouldn't work?
Anita
Dava stood there, his smirk only growing when he succeeded in annoying Ally further. He decided he was going to bask in this unannounced victory. Slyly strolling over to Ally, he stared nonchalantly at the Breton. As he continously yelled demands at the elf, Dava just stood there unaffected.

 He leaned back, with an almost impressed look as he placed a hand on his hip, just plainly standing there. "Well, I'm over here now, are you going to ask me *Nicely,* To help or are you going to do it all yourself?" Watching the handsome man nearly explode with anger was entertaining. He would help, there was no doubt in that but where was the fun in that without proceeding with teasing banter? His gave Ally an expectant look, knowing full well that he was *Necessary* In order for Ally to successfully place the wheel on. He'd wait all day if he had to! "I'll help, but only if I hear a *'please'* And my *Name* In that sentence." He closed his eyes contently, a slight chuckle to his request. With a brief glance to the pot, he was reassured that a concussion wasn't going to come... At least not from that pot.
Sydney
His golden-red opticals burned with adour- he hated Dava with a passion. An intense, abhorrent, indescribable passion! He'd rather claw the cloth off his eyes and blind himself instead of look at that smug vile smirk. A repugnant looked crossed his face and he curled his lip, snapping his amber gaze towards the wagon with hostility before he turned his back to Dava and paraded around the front of the wagon to the other side. He didn't need this brute's help! Not with the disrespect he had to have at *Every* Snide somment. Dava's gall was ridiculous! Did his audacity have no limits? He bent down, tied up ginger and white hair disappearing behind the wagon. He rolled one of the logs next to the wooden wagon, which lay flat on the ground, snapping with an icily thick tone, "Swallow the lip and pick up the wagon."**

But when Dava made it clear he really wasn't going to help Ally until he said please- his sickening snide comment echoing through Ally's head he had to stop himself from grabbing his ears and just screaming. You know what?! Maybe he would just to it himself- and give Dava another concusion by throwing the wagon at him. Perhaps it was just a bliss of rage- fueled by his evergrowing rage- he grabbed the edge of the wagon, digging his fingers into the cold mush underneath and with a strapping amount of pure force, almost inhumane strength, and anger he threw the wagon upwards right towards Dava. Things clattered out of the wagon- and his once dry clothes lay wasted on the cool, snow-covered ground. Pots, weapons, the blankets Dava had thrown in the wagon, it all came flying out as the wheelless wagon creaked, bobbing from side to side before it somehow levelled out and balanced on it's side- towering over both men.

**"I don't need your help!"** He snapped impatiently- he wasn't going to wait for Dava to get over his little hissy fit to repair the wagon, because there was no way he was ever going to say *Please* To this man, especially after the was the one who broke it!
Anita
*He was content with himself to say the least.*

 He didn't mind the glares Ally continously shot him or the growls of anger in response to every remark he made. He casually lifted his newly-healed hand to *Inspect* It as he waited oh-so-patiently. He wanted to appear as if he was ignoring him until that stubborn prude shoved his pride so far up his ass, he'd be pouring out apologies and gratitude! However, his ears perked up with interest upon the sound of the wagon beginning to shift unnaturally. That was... Unusual...? What was it that he was doing? He opened an eye to seek-a-peek at what is it that asshole could be doing. Why was he gripping the wagon like that-? Was he trying to move it-? Confusion swept over him as he lowered the hand that once was positioned over his hip. 

Dropping the smirk, he let out a disappointed sigh, deciding to move closer to the Breton. "Here I can—" But before he could *Kindly* Offer his help, Ally flipped the wagon over—and in Dava's general direction too! What a lunatic! Sure, Dava was a pain in the rear but he didn't mean to push so much, Ally would try to *Crush* Him! "What are you doing?! Have you gone mad?!" His ears shot down as the loud clatter of things fell upon the ground. What was that for!? What would flipping the wagon accomplish?! "You're insane! I was only teasing you, I wasn't expecting you to try to *Kill* Me!"
Sydney
An explosion of pain splintered up his arm like he'd re-damaged the tissues he'd healed earlier in the day. He suddenly regretted doing it- but in his bliss of anger he couldn't actually process *What he just did*- he shook his head and blinked, staring up at the flipped wagon through the sliver of black fabric on his eyes. He brushed the silver parts of his hair over his shoulder and blinked- dammit! Maybe he should've thought that through! He rubbed his chin and blinked, quietly observing what he had done- perhaps he could work with this? No. It was too tall and unsteady for him to climb on top, but at least it was lighter now that it was empty. 

He ignored the pain that was still clutching his arm, his shoulder sore, as he turned to Dava with a raised brow. **"It's my wagon."** He promptly stated, clearly more calmed down after- *Whatever that was.* He glanced between the Dava, the wheels, and the wagon- pricking his ears as he heard the screech of Blitz far off in the distance. He shook his head and grumbled something incoherent before snapping his fingers and grinning - with that wolfish grin of his. **"I just did you a favor. Now the wagon will be lighter now that everything's out - it was just a coincidence you happened to be standing right there, but your fine- other then a few rustled furs I presume?"** *He wished the limbless wagon had crushed him.* Ally scoffed before going to the wagons side and gently leaning it one way to see if his shoulder would allow him to gently lower it- but no, as soon as it swayed too far in one direction in landed with a heavy slap against the ground, luckily face up, as his arm gave out under the immense weight. **"Are you going to help me now?"**
Anita
He nearly caught his breath when he had the time to process what had occurred. His gaze shifted along the various things that laid within the snow. He trudged over to the satchel that had several gems and unfinished jewelry that spilled onto the freezing snow. His eyes widened as he beamed with delight upon seeing the shiny sapphires and rubies and the unfinished silver necklaces! Oh how he instantly felt better! Carefully, he lifted up the satchel and picked up each jewel, admiring each and every one. "I'll help but..." He trailed off, visibly distracted by the glittering jewelry. He nearly had pry himself to away from the satchel as he slowly went retrieve everything else that had fallen. If he had successfully swiped that satchel, he wouldnt be in this mess! He'd have all those pretty jewels and trickets—all to add to his collection! But no! That stupid bird only alerted that madman and here he was! Picking up after *Ally's* Mess as if he was some maid!

 Agitation began to build up within him as a sour scorn over-took his face. Who flips a literal wagon?! They needed to fix it—work together—and he had the absolute gall to pull a stunt like this! Even Dava wasnt that bad with his temper!

"See, this is why we can't afford to have nice things! Because of your lack of anger management, the wagon is *Flipped* Over! And over a simple request of you saying *'please?!'* What is wrong with you?!" He repeated his question over again, Ally was absolutely insane! 

The man was ridiculous! He was beyond stubborn, immature, too prideful for his own good will and worst of all—he was so unmistakably attractive, that only pissed Dava off further! But what annoyed him besides his unnatural good-looks was how he flipped the wagon *Over him pestering the Breton for a* ***Please!***
Sydney
He looked at the wagon, it's bed pressed upon the snowy ground, and rubbed his chin as his orbitals clouded with scrutiny. His temper never used to be this bad- and even Ally recognized that was a little, just a pinch- stupid. The wagon wasn't broken at least, so why dwell on it now? He decided to steal a glance towards Dava, feeling contempt prickle his fingers as the man observed the gems that were *His* And began to scuffle through the flurry Ally had made. He resentfully shot up his hands at the air, rolling his amber irises at Dava. 

*This is why we can't have nice things?* It was Ally's own wagon and he wouldn't have been driven to this point if Dava hasn't been such a stuck-up imp! He closed his eyes and grabbed the two silver strands that draped over his shoulder, one with each hand- was he going to subject himself to this? He felt like he was tearing at the seams! Was there something wrong with him? What was wrong with him was Dava's presence- suddenly he was looking very forward to the moment they would separate.

 He didn't respond to Dava- no, he didn't even spare him a glance and kept his mouth shut. Dava couldn't twist his words if he didn't say anything! Be annoying as he wants Ally was going to get the wheels on and ignore his childish remarks from this point on! He bit his lip to swallow a sharp remark and it was almost painful- but how long could that last? Ally brushed off all previous events before lazily crouching down next to one of the wheels as Dava was continuing to collect the scattered items. **"Well deal with that later."** He gripped as he rolled on of the wheels over and grabbed the turnscrew plus a bunch of the collected parts. *And he wasn't going to let go this time til they got them on, no matter what this brute did!*
Anita
*'We'll deal with that later.'* 

That very dreaded sentence made Dava roll his eyes begrudgingly as he slowly returned with several of the things he had collected off the snow. Ignoring the worsening ache within his head, he approached the crouched man with a look of indifference. He was in pain and still clearly agitated but the urge to create something out of this horrible situation remained strong. Despite how annoyed he was and how badly he wanted to feed into the underlying need to piss off Ally, he let out an exhausted sigh. It wouldn't be worth it. At least now now, he had gotten his fill momentarily as well. He hopped down swiftly alongside Ally and extended out his hand out gently to stop the prideful man in his tracks. He stared at Ally with a genuine, hopeful expression. There was an unsaid hopefulness to his eyes as his lips curled into a small, content smile. He managed to place his hand steadily onto the wheel that was once being rolled towards the wagon. He just needed to get it through to this man that they *Needed* To work through this, no matter how much they wanted to gut each other. 

"No please or thanks necessary, let's just agree to do this, alright?" He flashed Ally a hopeful smile, pushing down his other feelings of pain, frustration and utter exhaustion in order to focus in on the task at hand!All of his complaining can wait!He lifted the palm of his hand that halted Ally from rolling on with the wheel. He waltzed closer to the crumbled wagon and carefully grasped the end of the wagon bed, shooting Ally an expectant look."At least flipping the wagon over saved us from having to empty it."He chuckled as he felt the feeling that foreshadowed the glare he might receive.And before Ally could snap with his own rebuttal, he quickly chimed in; "In all seriousness though, I'll lift the wagon while you roll the wagon in place and screw in the bolts." With a determined,toothy grin, he hoped to put Ally in better spirits.
Sydney
Ally scoffed, muttering scornfully to himself- stretching out his tingling, aching arm and sighing. His uncontrollable wrath seemed to start to melt away after he got it out- he knew it might have been a bad decision- but hey, at least it was better then hitting Dava? Plus, the wagon was still fine, nothing it hadn't dealt with before just this time it had no wheels! He didn't dare look at Dava, however, still reputedly looking at the wagon wheel and quickly identifying the best course of action to get the wheels on. He tried to take a heavy breath but he still felt irritation sting his throat- was this really all because of Dava? Or was he over-thinking? Was he undermining himself by making the situation worse? But he still couldn't get that stupid expression out of the back of his mind! 

He didn't give Dava a reaction to his "Kind" Words, his stony glare locked on the wheels as he tried to focus in on the task at hand- blocking out any memory of flipping the wagon.

Thank goodness Dava was calming down at least, it honestly settled him. Although Ally could still feel the tension in the air he felt calmer then before- perhaps he had just gotten too worked up about the thank-you things... And please... But in all seriousness... Oh nevermind! Dava wasn't worth his headspace. Ally confidently slammed the turnscrew in his fingers, disregarding the haunting pain now in his arm as he waited for Dava to lift the wagon and get to work. He blatantly ignored his companion as he swept the wheel up next to the wagon and waved his hand for Dava to raise it before slipping under and using the screws to attach one wheel. Cold immediately seeped through his clothes and bit at his skin, the mushy snow-laden ground merciless to the little man. He tried to ignore the cold but it was difficult. His hands were shaky at first and he kept stealing glances at Dava's feet, waiting for the moment when he'd need to snap out from underneath the wagon in case he tried anything. The first wheel took longer then expected, partly because his racing thoughts made it hard to connect the dots and focus. He pushed the wheel against the wood and metal rod that turned underneath the wagon, clamping the tools in his hand as he twisted each screw into place until the wheel was securely on once more. Then the process repeated, he swiftly became comfortable putting each wheel on, and his caution about Dava throwing the wagon on him slowly melted away so he could diligently put each wheel on. And then finally, when the sun was a little over 2/4 of it's way across the sky- the wagon was fixed. 

As the final wheel was attached on he quickly pulled himself away from the wagon, getting to his feet and clasping his arms around his trembling body, his icy eyes darting to Dava. He was starving now and cold- but it was done.

Thank the Gods! He actually was decent enough to let them finish this without anymore fighting! A thought flashed through his mind— to thank him— but that seemed a little unnecessary as he was the one who broke the wagon to begin with.

Either way the wagon was standing now, a little rough but standing none the less. He patted the wooden boards with his hand as though patting a pet- **"Now hopefully *Someone* Doesn't break it again."**
Anita
While lifting the bed of the wagon as Ally worked diligently to reattach the unstable wheels, Dava's grasp began to lessen as the ache within his arms ensued. Holding it up,he had to grit his teeth as the strain within his muscles gradually increased. *Oh take your time.. It's not as if I'm the only thing keeping you from getting crushed by this heavy ass wagon..* He bit back the complaint as his grip on the wagon gradually became fidgety.However,Ally finished in time, managing to move out of the way before Dava immediately released the wagon onto the snow with a loud,muffled thud.He turned to face at Ally, an exhausted smirk forming across his lips upon hearing his sour remark."Isn't that a little hypocritical coming from *You,* The very man that flipped the same wagon just moments ago?"It was rhetorical but without even looking at Dava, you could hear the sly smirk within his voice. 

Everything within his body still ached, but now was not the time for rest!Sure,they managed to cooperate together but there was still things to be done.He swiftly strolled towards the dying fire, giving one log a nudge with the heel of his boot,plunging it further into the flames."What did you want to do with falcon anyways? It's been left out for awhile,now that I think about it.."Without needing to spare a sideways glance towards the corpse,he lazily gestured to the bird with his finger. Well... The jam this morning wasn't very filling but it served the purpose of replenishing their energy.No doubt Ally would be starving,so he could always let the shorter man have it all.He was hungry but he could go without.He was far beyond fatigued and while his migraine was still present,he stubbornly reached for a bowl of water.He just needed to splash his face a few times!A wake-me-up! With cupped palms,he splashed water on his face,his face paint streaming down but he could always reapply it later. 

*Now that they fixed that heap of junk, what were they going to do about that horse?*