Gym [Wednesday evening]

[momslilassassin]

Watching his grandfather and Kyle Katarn (his internal voice still got kind of squeaky when Master Katarn was mentioned) really let loose yesterday with lightsabers reminded Ben rather starkly how far he still had to go.

Which was why he was in the gym tonight, beating industriously on one of the punching bags. And only some of the reason was to work off all of the ice cream he kept eating.

Really.

[OOC: Open!]

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"There you are," Tahiri said, walking somewhat awkwardly into the gym and somehow completely unsurprised to see him there. "Force, this is weird."

[momslilassassin]

Ben smothered a grin. "Hey, Tahiri. You're tall!"

[weetuskenraider]

"You're still taller," she said, running a hand through her hair -- which wasn't that much shorter than it had been, actually. "This is kind of neat, though."

[momslilassassin]

Ben's lips quirked up. "You like being a guy?"

[weetuskenraider]

"The jury's still out on that. I like seeing things from this angle," Tahiri told him. "But the rest of it is, um."

[momslilassassin]

"A little disorienting?" Ben replied sympathetically.

[weetuskenraider]

Tahiri made a face and sat down on the floor near him, leaning back on her hands. "Did I laugh at you when this happened to you? Because if I did, I take it back."

[momslilassassin]

"Maybe a little," Ben said, and really Tahiri shouldn't be so interesting-looking as a guy, "but I didn't really take it well."

[weetuskenraider]

Yeah, well, he shouldn't have been so cute as a girl, either! "I can't blame you for it now." Wow, her legs were long, but her feet looked funny. "Everything feels kind of wrong. On me, I mean."

[momslilassassin]

"Your feet are kind of hairy now," Ben pointed out.

That probably should have stayed just a stray thought, Ben.

[weetuskenraider]

"What?" She so hadn't noticed. There had been too many other weird things to focus on, but now . . .

"Oh. Ick." Tahiri gave him a mildly aggrieved look. "Did you have to mention that?"

[momslilassassin]

It had been an attempt to stop staring at Tahiri's mouth. Ben blushed. "Probably not," he admitted.

[weetuskenraider]

Said mouth quirked up into a very familiar self-conscious smile. "I guess you're forgiven for that." She was so going to be looking now, though. "How do you do this every day?"

[momslilassassin]

"Work out?" Ben asked. "It's easy enough once you get in the habit."

[weetuskenraider]

"No, I mean walk around like this," Tahiri said, going very red.

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"Wha---oh!" Ben said, turning red as well. "It's, you know, attached?"

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"I've noticed," Tahiri mumbled, broadcasting a mild but distinct aura of flail. "It was kind of hard not to."

[momslilassassin]

"You didn't get stuck in a zipper, did you?" he asked, looking worried.

[weetuskenraider]

Did we say mild aura of flail? It was not that mild any more.

"Um . . ."

[momslilassassin]

"Forget I said that," Ben flailed. "Want to hit something?"

[weetuskenraider]

"Boys," Tahiri said, despite her remarkable resemblance to one at the moment. "Is that your solution to half of everything?"

Because it didn't sound any more appealing than it usually did -- except for how it was less embarrassing. "Maybe, sure."

[momslilassassin]

"It generally stops me from saying stupid things, so I'm a fan," Ben said with an embarrassed smile. "You try to hit me, if you wanted."

[weetuskenraider]

This could be a disaster, what with the unfamiliar body and longer limbs she didn't quite know what to do with. Tahiri started to square off against him, then asked, "Are you sure? I'm not so little today."

[momslilassassin]

"I trust you," Ben said, resting on the balls of his feet. "The worst I'll end up with is a few bruises."

[weetuskenraider]

Hearing that always made her feel better, and Tahiri gave him a quick smile. "I'll try not to do that, even."

She kicked out at his knee . . . and wobbled a bit. "Yipes! It's like I can't remember how to balance."