Southern Fried Kung Fu

If I hadn’t talked about this before, but this blog having low activity is going to be a present theme from here on out. 

The two biggest reasons is that 1) my schedule for this semester demands a lot more time and energy from me than last year, 2) my interest in Xiaolin Showdown has waned significantly, which kind of makes it hard to find the motivation to write?

‘kay, so maybe Clay had a point, but that didn’t mean Rai had to like it. Or acknowledge it. “Yeah, well, what the Fung-meister doesn’t know won’t hurt us,” he insisted breezily. “Besides, he should be proud of me for mastering my element.’ If that’s what you could call using wind power to dust the temple… It totally counted if you asked him. 

It was a nice gesture and if he were being honest, Rai was actually kinda touched. Not that he’d let it show. Shoving his hands in his pockets, he huffed out a breath and rolled his eyes. “Fine, whatever. That works I guess,” he groused.

The eye-roll made him want to roll his own, but Clay took the high road instead. At least he was being meet halfway and that was good enough for him. “Much obliged partner. Just give me five minutes top and I’ll corral the heard for ‘ya.” he thanked.

Fortunately, he was rather fond of dusting kink-knacks and sweeping the floors. There wasn’t much dust to begin with and Clay could spend more time gawking at all the little tidbits scattered around the temple. 

      “…” She stares at him as he continues confidently. She doesn’t quite understand what he’s going on about, but she’s become interested in what he has to say. Simply, her curiosity has been piqued. “How can you tell if a cow likes you or not?”

“Well they kinda have this attitude y’know? They won’t respond to bein’ called, hate bein’ handled when it’s feedin’ time. Kind of have this angry snort, which also makes ‘ya think yer about to be trampled.” Clay gestured with his hands.

Now this was something he truly did not expect, especially from someone he knew for a brief summer weekend. Clay took the bolo tie in hand and looked at it carefully, admiring its fine detail and craftsmanship. He felt a little guilty accepting it because he had nothing in return to give Jack right away.