Gym, Tuesday Evening

[cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com]

Pip rolled his neck and hit the bag again.

Long, weird day. Too many people leaving.

_{[[Waiting for one person specifically, but I can't really stop anyone else from coming in.]]}

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[suzotchka.livejournal.com]

Ivanova hit the ground with an "Ooof!" but she was already scissoring his legs in an attempt to bring him down with her. She definitely wasn't giving up without a fight.

[cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com]

Pip felt himself topple over as Ivanova's legs knocked his out from under him. He grunted as he hit the floor and attempted to break his fall.

"So, I take you don't have a date, then?"

[suzotchka.livejournal.com]

"No," she replied shortly, flipping back onto her feet as her spine realigned itself with a few loud pops. She dropped into a defensive crouch automatically, waiting for the next attack.

[cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com]

Pip reared back and leapt up to his feet, turning so that his good eye faced her and dropping into a fighting crouch.

"Cool. Go with me, then?"

[suzotchka.livejournal.com]

Alright, that? She hadn't been expected. She blinked, straighting a bit. "What?"

[cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com]

Pip dropped to the floor and brought his leg around in a sweep to knock Ivanova's legs out from under her. "Go with me. To the prom."

[suzotchka.livejournal.com]

Ivanova hit the ground for the second time, landing awkwardly on her side and rolling to her feet again, launching herself at Pip as her mind very quickly ran through the list of reasons to say 'no', not the least of them being that she still loved Dora.

"Okay," she gritted out as she swung at him.

[cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com]

Pip blocked the punch. "Cool. Social stigma avoided. Job well done on our parts."

[suzotchka.livejournal.com]

"Dammit, I need to buy a dress now," Ivanova realised. A bit of an odd thing to realise as one was aiming a kick at someone's solar plexis.

[cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com]

"What's the standard dress for guys?" Pip asked, leaping back from the kick at the solar plexus.

[suzotchka.livejournal.com]

"Tuxedo," Ivanova replied, dropping back into a crouch with her hands raised, circling Pip on silent feet but staying out of his blind spot. Because she was considerate like that. "A nice one, hopefully. No powder blue."

[cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com]

Pip circled Ivanova as well. "Hm. Knew it would be something difficult. Don't worry, I have the class to get a good tux. Vest and tie and everything."

[suzotchka.livejournal.com]

"I think there's flowers involved," she said as she stepped into him quickly, getting the inside control and trying for the shoulder throw.

[cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com]

Pip went for a quick backhand to Ivanova's face. "Oh bloody hell. Please tell me you either don't care or actually understand what the traditions are."

[suzotchka.livejournal.com]

"Both," Ivanova replied, almost avoiding the blow. Definitely going to be a bruise there tomorrow. "Didn't even go to prom at my first high school." She danced backwards a couple of steps and then darted back in, swinging hard for his jaw.

[cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com]

Pip blocked it a little too late and took it in the face. He stopped and stretched. "I think that's enough for tonight. Long day and all. So. Tux for me. Don't need to figure out how the flower things work. Pick you up when?"

[suzotchka.livejournal.com]

Ivanova also straightened, cracking her back. "I don't know, haven't been paying attention. I think we need to get tickets, too." She sighed. "Was easier when I was just going to skip it and watch romantic comedies in my underwear."

[cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com]

Pip nodded and scooped up his bag. "C'est la vie. Guess we'll figure it all out later, then?"

[suzotchka.livejournal.com]

"Right. I'll give you a call tomorrow, maybe," she said, covering a yawn as she padded towards the door. "Night."

She was mentally making lists as she headed in the direction of her room. Dress, which meant she probably had to get shoes. And then she'd actually have to do something to her hair . . .