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fandomhighdorms2009-02-03 06:35 am
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The salle, early Tuesday morning
Second day in a row hitting the salle; this time, waiting for Leto, and whatever kind of workout he did.
Dinah did some stretches while she waited, then got out the eskrima and started to give the practice dummy a bad time.
[ooc: for a future emperor, but open for all your truthful confrontational needs]
Dinah did some stretches while she waited, then got out the eskrima and started to give the practice dummy a bad time.
[ooc: for a future emperor, but open for all your truthful confrontational needs]

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Um. Okay, that was random.
"Not in a euphemism way. Really. A sword. I was surprised."
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Aaaaack! What was wrong with her?
And to cover that, hoping he didn't hear it, she started whapping away at the practice dummy like her life depended on it.
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He took a step back, waiting for her to stop beating up the dummy.
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When Dinah was done with the routine, she turned back to Leto, smiling a little. "You are such a flirt, I swear, if you weren't so cool, I'd smack you for it."
What was with her today?
"Um. Do you want to try with the sticks, or show off your own stuff?"
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Dinah ran through the first drill again, half-speed, sure he'd probably get it already, and added, "Sometimes I miss getting to beat anyone up for real here."
Whoops.
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Just tape her mouth shut, someone.
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"Yes!"
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So now there was kicking added in with the eskrima blows, restraint pretty much out the window.
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And the only way to deal with having said that was to try and hit his knee with her other stick.
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What. Was. She. Saying?
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"But you still want to? Don't you?" She took a breath. "And what do you think I want?"
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And that would be another stick headed for his stomach, in an attempt not to hear anything he might say.
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And another attempt at a hit there, face turning ultra-pink.
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