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fandomhighdorms2006-06-29 07:17 pm
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The Gym, Thursday night
Peter walked down to the gym and was surprised to see it empty. "There's a first time for everything. Okay, what to do, what to do..."
He needed something more active than stretching and the untaken punching bag was looking very appealing. He glanced down at his cast and made a decision. "Okay, one handed kickboxing against the nefarious Count Punching Bag it is." Peter started hitting the bag quietly...
... for about two minutes. Then he launched into a series of taunts about the punching bag's mother. He really couldn't shut up while fighting.
He needed something more active than stretching and the untaken punching bag was looking very appealing. He glanced down at his cast and made a decision. "Okay, one handed kickboxing against the nefarious Count Punching Bag it is." Peter started hitting the bag quietly...
... for about two minutes. Then he launched into a series of taunts about the punching bag's mother. He really couldn't shut up while fighting.

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Still smiling.
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"Go you," she said, smiling genially and nodding before lashing out towards his left forearm with the side of her epee.
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As she pushed herself back up, she aimed for the left side of his stomach.
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She pushed herself off the floor and misjudged her distance just a little, winding up just a bit too close to Anakin.
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And belatedly taking a step back.
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"Oh, I think I forgot a...thing!" he said lamely. "A very important...thing. For, um, Coruscant. Yes."
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And missing the holder due to being distracted, so she had to bend to put it back on the second try.
"Anyway. Want to walk together?" she asked, eyes bright.
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And then oh-so-casually bolting for the door.
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