"you fight, first round, soft-soft, you know ?"
"i don't think so oron. want to win, i'm going hard."
"ok ok but train hard you ? two month. train. train hard two month, fight... one minute ? no, good fight. two round. two round hard."
"we'll see how it goes."
"ok no body," he slaps his side, "no punch body one round."
"mmm, can't promise that one oron." i can't do my boy liver punches like that. what would bas think ?
"okay ! okay... but you.. one round soft-soft. yeah ?" he smiles expectantly and raises his eyebrows, seemingly quite proud of the incredibly generous nature of his compromise.
"you no-good, dirty..." i laugh.
"WOT."
"if over first round, good !"
"no !"
"no good ?"
"no goooood ! good you win, no good fight !"
"welp,"
"no you welp !" this criticism is punctuated with a hard slap on my back and a mean look. "one round soft-soft ! two round ok, KO, but one round, fight soft you ! no hard one round ! two round KO, three round KO, ok ! ROUND ONE SOFT-SOFT !!"
"first round KO ok !" i suggest, then add, "good even." i reach deep into my smile bag for my most disarming and charming smile. oh no, it's missing ! guess i'll settle for a smug and dickish smile ? pretty much the same right ?
"you stay." oron says, fuming, and storms purposefully out into the hitting-stick field.