T.A.A.S Agency RP

Shane
Shane stared at Quinn a moment, then shrugged dismisevely with his other shoulder. "Yeah, sure. If you go into my room, then past the kitchen and into the bathrrom, there's this white, roundish thing sitting in there. It's called a toilet and is definitely one of my most valuable possesions," he played, his expression completely serious. "It's hard to find though."

Quincy 
"I could probably manage," Quinn replied. May as well let his joke run its length. "Though I doubt that's your most valuable item." His wrist made a small motion and the item in his hand poked Shane lightly. Quinn hadn't yet figured out how it worked to turn into such a large weapon, but it was probably worth something. Luckily for Shane, Quinn had no intention of taking it.

Shane
Shane glared at Quinn. "Give it back," he demanded.

Quincy 
He tilted his head as if thinking. "I'm really bad at taking orders," he finally said. After a pause, he made a motion to pocket the item in his cloak, then settled empty hands innocently on his lap. 

Shane
"Please," Shane grumbled, rolling his eyes.

Quincy 
He appeared to be thinking again. And then he smirked. "Sorry, begging doesn't work on me either." 

Shane
"Omigosh, you don't even know how it works," he complained. 

Quincy 
"I could figure it out. And besides, I have 'friends' who would buy it regardless." 

Shane
"No- it was a gift from my dad. Please don't," Shane begged, even though he doubted it would do much good.

Quincy
He sighed. "That was no fun at all. It's already in your pocket," Quinn added dismissively at the end. 

Shane
"What's your definition of fun? Cause I could pin you to the ground if that's what you consider fun," Shane offered.

Quincy 
"I'm sure you'd at least be able to try." Quinn scanned the area warily, something alerting his senses. But everything seemed to be in place. His eyes narrowed slightly. Why, then, was he suddenly on edge....?

Shane
"What?" Shane asked, tilting his head and studying Quinn's face.

Quincy 
"Hm? Oh. Nothing." He made another quick scan of the area and mentally shrugged it off, flopping backward in the grass and staring up at the sky. He must just be stressed. 

Shane
"Hmm." Shane took out his pocket knife, making such a quick and unoticeable movement to release one of the knives. Immediately it turned into a bow.