Kim: "Really, babe!?"
Zaire: "What?"
Kim: "Your fucking nail clippings were on my bed!!"
Zaire: "I'm sorry."
Kim: "Oh wow, sire, what an incredible show of apology! This maiden is enthralled by your heartfelt gesture."
Zaire: "Dork."
Kim: "Bitch, you—"
And thus they fought.
Well, it was primarily the enthralled lady swinging her fists.
The man laughed and stole kisses, and the lady turned redder and angrier.
That's Kim and Zaire for you.
Ari: "Yo, bro, trust me, cuz. I'm not shitting you when I say this: I saw... God."
Zaire: "Okay, that was not a sentence God should be mentioned in."
Ari: "Bro, are you fucking not listening to me right now?"
Zaire: "I am. And I choose to ignore you."
Ari: "What the hell, bro!? You're my closest hombre, that's why I'm telling you this... I believe in God!"
Zaire: "...Deadass? I never expected that from you."
Ari: "Ayahuasca, cuz. You gotta join me on my next Amazonian venture, g."
Zaire: "Okay, that's it. FYI, I will actively ignore you from now on."
Ari: "Brodie, every time I talk about the good stuff, you turn... gay."
Zaire: "..."
Ari: "Really, gay boy?"
Zaire: "..."
Ari: "Okay, dude. Fuck you and your whore mother."
And thus they fought.
It was a friendly tussle where no one got hurt... physically.
Both their kind and adorable mothers really took the brunt of it.
That's Ari and Zaire for you.
Quill: "That's the good stuff."
Zaire: "Suuu... It indeed is."
Quill: "How much do you think it cost me?"
Zaire: "How much did you fleece from Ari?"
Quill: "Snicker... Fuck you, lol... I paid."
Zaire: "Yeah, you paid... Ari's money."
Quill: "Hahaha. Dude, I gave him 80% of the product. So this 20%... is my payment."
Zaire: "Okay, dude. Calm your tits."
Quill: "I am calm."
Zaire: "..."
Quill: "..."
Zaire: "But you know. You justified. Justifying something this unnecessary? That's the mark of a scoundrel."
Quill: "Oh, fuck you, dude."
And thus they fought.
Well, it was mostly one dragging the other down, trying to smother him in his armpits.
Zaire's high ass got a whiff. A solid hit.
His high wore off... instantly.
That's Quill and Zaire for you.
Anne: "That's a nice watch, Zaire."
Zaire: "Oh, thank you! Dare I say it's a bit perfect, like me?"
Anne: "Oh! You are incorrigible."
Zaire: "Hahaha. I really like pink, though. And this metallic bezel really... pops."
Anne: "Yep, it suits you well."
Zaire: "See? Now even you're singing songs about my perfection!"
Anne: "Shameless."
Zaire: "Hahaha."
Anne: "Nah, though. The pink goes well with men. It looks cute."
Zaire: "Yep, it indeed does. It shows how... handsome I am."
Anne: "Really?"
Zaire: "Yep. I'm ashamed of what I said myself. Heh..."
Anne: "Hahaha..."
Zaire: "..."
Anne: "..."
Zaire: "Your watch is your opposite, though."
Anne: "What do you mean, Zaire?"
Zaire: "It looks very elegant."
Anne: "And what do— you fucking..."
And thus they fought.
Eh, it's a stretch to call it a fight.
She hit him, and they both laughed.
That's Anne and Zaire for you.
Zaire: "BAHHHH!"
Eric: "Oh my god, I got terrified..."
Zaire: "I saw you shake. This acting of nonchalance isn't enough, old fart."
Eric: "Calm down, kid. I am more youthful than you!"
Zaire: "Really, Dad?"
Eric: "Yeah. Really."
Zaire: "Sorry, man. My father gave me a comfortable life. Jealous much?"
Eric: "Son, in my day—"
Zaire: "Yappa duba dibi da."
Eric: "Really?"
Zaire: "Yeah. You screaming for a fight, old man?"
Eric: "I'll show you what the 'Teal City Terror' is still capable of!"
Zaire: "Corny ahh..."
And thus they fought.
No hands—just wrestling.
Of course, the young nineteen-year-old won.
He mercilessly tickled his dad after pinning him down.
"Brat,... hahaha... I'm your father... hahaha. I surr—"
"I am merciless. I am, after all, the son of the 'Teal City Terror.'"
That's Eric and Zaire for you.