The gym, after second period

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Stepping into the gym, Aeryn thinks it might have been a good idea to get down here more this week. She has enough faith in her own capabilities, but still, it never hurts to be prepared.

She pulls her gloves on, and starts hitting the punching bag. Too bad it can't fight back.

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"Did you," she says with a little smile. Part of her is relieved it's really hard to mess up black clothing. Not that she knows from experience.

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"I made one small, small mistake," he says, gesturing with his thumb and pointe finger to illustrate a small mistake.

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Figures. "What did you do?"

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"I was trying to bleach something and some of it must've accidentally spilled on one of your shirts," he explains. "I didn't notice so, when I washed your shirt, the bleach set. Now, one of your shirts has lots of little bleach spots all over it."

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She eyes him carefully. "That's it?"

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"Yep." He nods once. "Oh, I did one other thing after discovering the bleach spots."

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"What did you do?" she asks again.

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John grins and pulls a shirt out of his pocket. Yes, he'd stuffed the shirt in his pocket. It's one of his and he unfurls it.

On the front, in bleach spots are the words: 'Aeryn is cute'.

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Aeryn stares at him. "I know I can't really be seeing that."

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Just to see what she'd do, he strips off his shirt and slides on the bleach spotted 'Aeryn is cute' shirt.

"Looks real to me."

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Aeryn shakes her head. A lot.

"We're broken up," she decides.

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"Nuh uh," he says, leaning against the punching bag. "Can't get rid of me th at easily. Besides, I don't think you really wanna get rid of me."

He grins charmingly.

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"Take that shirt off and burn it."

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"No, don't think so," he replies, still smiling. "I think it looks good and sends a very positive message."

Though the gym's empty now, John shouts, "Hey everyone! Aeryn Sun is cute!"

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"I can kill you."

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He keeps on grinning. "You'd be cute while doing so..."

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"You are mentally damaged," she tells him simply.

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"And you love me," he retorts, snickering. "Aeryn is cute, Aeryn is cute, Aeryn is cute! I think I'm gonna wear this class tomorrow."

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Aeryn folds her arms over her chest. "Are you done yet?"

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"Maybe," he says, still smiling. "Not taking off the shirt. In fact, I might go make a new one. 'Aeryn loves John, monkey or not.' How's that sound?"

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"You know, if you actually walked around wearing that shirt, no one would believe it," she tells him honestly. "I'd get sympathy."

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John leans against the punching bag again. "But you do love me right?"

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"I'll say no if you don't take that off," Aeryn threatens. "And burn it."

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"It's not coming off," he says, looking down at his shirt. "It's my shirt and I'm so not burning this masterpiece!"

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"Fine. I'll burn it for you," she says, and moves close enough to try and pull the shirt off herself.