The Camp Gym, Sunday Early Morning

[intraspective]

Ino blinked in bemusement when she got to the gym and found that, wonder of wonders, she’d actually beaten Liir.

Grinning a bit at that—such a stupid, simple thing really, but it made her happy—Ino fell to stretching out for practice.

Only to find stretching out promptly aborted as a spider scuttled towards her.

“Nuh huh,” she said firmly, frowning severely at it and wondering at her odds of squashing it with her sandals were. “You’re not stalking me.”

[Ino is here for Liir, but totally open for any of your Ino-ish or gym-ish needs.]

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[intraspective]

"You'd better not consider it at all," she said severely, checking that is position was correct, and then shifting to another one.

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He followed her carefully, going over the movements between once, twice, and a final time before he settled in.

"I don't."

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"Just making sure," she said, shifting to another stance easily.

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He followed, making sure to repeat a few times before settling into it.

"Just assuring you," he told her with a faint smile.