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fandomhighdorms2009-06-08 12:18 pm
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The Salle, Monday Morning
Fighting Ben still in SP last night had been somewhat cathartic. It hadn't been cathartic enough not to send Arthur back down to the salle with a sword and a mission to use it. So there he was, slicing clean but sure along the lines of a dummy with said practice sword.
There were few times in the week he felt anywhere near at ease. This was probably the most reliable.
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There were few times in the week he felt anywhere near at ease. This was probably the most reliable.
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"It's becoming one with someone," he said, averting his eyes because, while he had a high threshold for embarrassment, this was reaching it. "Even if it doesn't mean anything after one night, it's not riding a bicycle."
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So he made a muted sort of agreeing sound, coupled it with a slight smile, and pretended to be far more occupied with his stretching than he really was.
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make a postbe in the gym Wednesday after classes?" Romeo offered. "Unless you mean sparring with staffs. Then, I'll be here."He felt an inward twinge about hitting a girl, but he'd seen Dinah in action enough not to worry about it too much.
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