loch | txt me maybe

SENT: 10:31 PM
You can start with fifty reps.

SENT: 10:32 AM
Yes, ma'am. :(

[ He texts back as quickly as he can while he's running his way down from the student quarters to the Kwoon, dressed and ready, equal parts excited and not a just a little scared. ]

[ The kwoon is empty when Raleigh arrives, the lights low and the showers empty given the late hour. Mako, for her part, texts Chuck and explains what's up and that she's taking care of it. By the time she joins Raleigh, he'd better be hitting the mat and hard at work.

Otherwise— ]

[ He's on his seventeenth rep when she comes in and Raleigh falls out of formation - right out of rhythm, stumbling a little as he fumbles for a way to say hello without sounding so eager.

Not that it matters, because he doesn't get to say anything substantial, anyway. ]

Er.

[ Mako is barefoot, her arms bare and her dogtags hanging loosely around her neck when she finally steps into the broad circle of light that illuminates the very center of the room. In either hand is a bo staff, the both of which find their way to the mat, one on either side of her, her forearms balanced very particularly atop each end.

She tips her head to one side, expecting him to get on his feet — shoulders back, arms straight. ]

What was that, Becket?

Nothing, Miss Mori. Good... uh, morning, Miss Mori.

[ He fixes his posture, though there's nothing to be done for his breathing and the mess of his hair. Raleigh's own staff is neatly laid down a few feet from where he stands, but he doesn't dare reach for it right away without instruction.

He's learned that particular lesson the last time, and Raleigh may be a dedicated fool, but he's not that big of one. ]

I was on my seventeenth.

[ He might be still a recruit but Mako still affords Raleigh the slightest bow when he finally straightens his shoulders, her chin ticking down by degrees as she keeps his gaze, expecting the gesture to be returned properly. He doesn't disappoint her, of course, his eagerness working in his favor. She can't help but be reminded of the conversation she and Chuck had had earlier, and Chuck's insistence that, so long as he had eyes for her, Mako would do nothing but hold Raleigh back.

The very slightest shadow passes over her gaze. There and then gone again before she gestures in his direction. ]

And what comes after seventeen? [ More or less an invitation to hop to it. ]

txt me maybe

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i can't take it anymore i need to TYPE THINGS

LMAO WE FAIL AT TEXT THREADS SO BADLY

TEXT THREADS ARE FUCKING HARD don't talk to me about it

LMAO AT LEAST WE FAIL TOGETHER ok ok

/o/

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