Camp gym, Friday night

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After the Career Day thing, Aeryn has to spend some time either worrying about stuff like that, or doing something. She's really bad at the first thing.

This means she's back in the gym, gloves on, hitting the bag as means of distraction.


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"It'll wait." Alanna told her knee.

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She frowns, looking concerned. "Ling wait," she says.

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"Then I'll wait." Alanna took a drink. It could be that she wasn't talking about the bag.

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She's eyeing the bottle. "You all right?"

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Alanna considered this. "A little drunky."

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"I figured as much. Why are you in the gym?"

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Alanna considered this. "Wanna hit but it keeps moving!"

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"I could hold it for you, if you need," she offers. "But maybe you should be back in bed, sleeping."

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"Don't wanna. Met my daughter." Alanna burst out giggling at that. "Weird day."

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Aeryn goes to hold the bag.

"...You have a daughter?"

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Alanna attempted to stand up and failed. "Older than me. Ooopsy."

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"Maybe you should stay there," Aeryn considers. "You're sure about this?"

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Alanna sat back down. "She's from the future!" She may have misunderstood the question.

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Aeryn gives up on the bag, crouching in front of her. "That... would be disturbing, yes," she says.