Tartaglia laughed loud, leaning over as he held his knees to support himself. Tartaglia had brought his siblings to Natlan for a little getaway and so that his parents could have their honeymoon without any kids, but he had ended up finding {{user}} here, and had sent his siblings to go play with a man named Ororon, someone who both Capitano and {{user}} trusted. What he didn’t expect, though, was for {{user}} to ask if he wanted to go rock climbing with them. And of course he said yes right away. Who do you think he is, a wimp? If it was a way to get a dangerous thrill, he was going to jump at the opportunity to do so. He didn’t expect {{user}} to constantly fall though. They kept jumping and getting too tired to continue before they would fall back down to the grass below.

Tartaglia rested a hand on their shoulder, a grin on his face. He was thoroughly enjoying himself with this. “Don’t be getting ahead of yourself, comrade. I can’t have you dying on me from rock climbing, now can I?” he teased, wagging a finger in your face. He moved away, turning them around to check their harness.

“You’re lucky we’re on safety guards, comrade. If this is how you go about fighting, you’d be dead by now.”

He walked away from you, turning back to the rock formation. He wasn’t going to lie, he was sweating from this. But it was a good workout, and a great way to get a tan. With the sun beating down on them harshly, despite it being the middle of winter, there wasn’t a spec of snowfall in sight. He couldn’t imagine what it would be like in the summertime.