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The Dorm Stairwell, Monday Afternoon

Reno was antsy today. And antsy was not always the wisest state of being for Reno to remain in. He could try to drink it off, but drinking while he was feeling like this usually led to brawling, and he was trying to avoid being kicked off the island, here.

So he went with his other option- burn it off.

This was why Reno was running laps up and down the stairs of the dorms.

[[Open, of course. It's a stairway. :O ]]

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"Saturday," Sokka replied, in sympathy. "I know what you mean! ...But, what's with the stairs? Around here, most people blow off steam by beating the snot out of each other in the gym."

"Stairs give a good workout, yo." He shrugged at that. "Building I used to work in had a huge freakin' flight of them through the back door. Sparring came after the climb up' em, when you were already rank with sweat or whatever. Made it look like you were actually puttin' forth the effort when you were done kickin' the crap outta whoever was willin' to scrap, yo."

"Not much competition back home, eh?" Sokka asked, puffing himself up a bit. "We're a bit tougher here in Fandom."

A grin cut across Reno's lips.

"That so? What do you say to a good, friendly spar, then? Man on man?" He leaned forward a little, his voice dropping down low and his expression more than just slightly smug. "Right here, on the stairs."

Sokka leaned forward, with a near-identical expression. "Hmm... Well, I think--"

And he gave Reno a [[totally duckable]] shove down the stairs.

Reno? Totally ducked. Heh.

"Cute." The shove was countered with a [[relatively gentle]] punch aimed for Sokka's guts.

Sokka rolled with the punch and countered with one of his own.

"I'm glad you think I'm cute, but, really, dude, NO amount of glitter. Seriously."

"You even mention glitter again, and I'm gonna have to do more than bust your teeth in on the stairs," Reno laughed, taking the punch and a half-step backward before bringing his knee up, once again trying for the gut.

It was on.

"Sorry, no, I'm keeping my teeth," Sokka countered, very wittily not paying attention. The knee caught him off guard, and he doubled over and staggered backward, resolving to stop being stupid. "Hey, no fair," he gasped.

While he was recovering, he hopped up a step or three, both to put some room between them and to give himself the high ground for his next attack.

"No fair?" Reno raised an eyebrow and grinned up the steps at Sokka. "You gonna start whinin' now? Thought you wanted to fight?"

He started at a run up the steps after Sokka. And he wasn't even going to run his fastest. Wasn't he nice?

Sokka raised an eyebrow and swung a kick at the air where Reno was going to be. If it worked, it'd catch him right in the chest.

"I do want to fight. It's just no fair for you to be winning."

"I'm winning already?" Reno grinned and shrugged one arm to the side, letting the kick connect, but slide mostly off to the side. So his shoulder was gonna be a little bruised in the morning. He'd felt worse. And this let him get close enough as he continued running up the steps to reach an arm out to attempt to smack Sokka in the back of the head.

"OW! HEY!" Growling now, Sokka dove after Reno before he got too far up the stairs, trying to grab his ankle and trip him.

Reno froze as soon as he felt the hand on his ankle, falling forward but catching himself on the railing with one hand before kicking down with his free foot.

"Now look who isn't playin' fair," he observed, still smiling ever-so-pleasantly.

Really, it was good to know that he wasn't gonna get walked all over by everyone in the dorms.

"Hey, I didn't say I would play fair," Sokka pointed out, tightening his grip on Reno's ankle. "Don't fall, now." He braced his feet against the stairs and YANKED as hard as he could.

Reno's knees hit the stairs and he hissed between his teeth as he was dragged down a few steps, his kneecaps bumping against each new step as he slid over it.
"What you figure you're gonna accomplish by this move?" His other foot was, after all, free. So he was going to kick at that hand on his ankle with his free heel.

Sokka suddenly had nothing to grab onto, but he was still pushing as hard as he could with his legs. This was, as you can imagine, not an optimal situation.

So he ended up throwing himself down half a flight of stairs, which was just as pleasant as it sounds. "Owwwww...."

He looked up at Reno. "Uh... You were supposed to be here... I swear, it was a better plan in my head..."

He wasn't getting up just yet. Hopefully Reno'd take some time to laugh at him before coming down to kick his butt.

Edited 2008-01-15 03:02 (UTC)

Reno was absolutely going to take some time to laugh at him.

"Wasn't the most graceful move I've seen," he snorted as he pulled himself back to his feet and dusted himself off. "You done yet?"

The convenient break in the fighting gave Sokka time to stand up as well, although the floor didn't seem to want to stay still. He gave both Renos a glare and steadied himself on the railing. "No, I'm just getting started..."

He put a hand to the aching spot on the back of his hand and felt something sticky, and the floor moved again. "No, hold on. Just remembered something really important I have to do. Nice seeing you again. Tell your roommate I said hi." And, holding tightly to the railing, he started making his way up towards the fifth floor.

Reno stood back and grinned a little.

"I'll have to let you kick my ass again sometime soon, hm?"

Sokka glared at him. "Okay, number one, don't mock me, and number two, yeah, rematch."

"Lookin' forward to it," Reno said with a nod. Yeah, he was still looking smug. He couldn't help it.

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