The gym- Friday evening

[notconflicted]

Everything was bothering Sia today, and by the time evening rolled around she'd had enough and headed to the gym for her second training session of the day. She knew rationally that she shouldn't get mad every time someone made a noise or whatever, but knowing that didn't help.

So, time to take it all out on the punching bag. Eventually she'd probably tire herself out and leave it alone...


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[notconflicted]

"Much more than I'd like," Sia said. She was discovering it was easier to talk if she hit the bag rather than snapping at him, but she couldn't promise she'd be able to keep that up forever.

Till then it'd be like an exercise.

[halfbad.livejournal.com]

See, he was being helpful with her mental exercise and everything. He kept looking at the practice dummy with something close to fascination. Never seen one of these either.

"As long as you win, I guess getting hit isn't too bad," he said idly, glancing over at her briefly. "And the bag at least doesn't hit back."

He didn't think it did but he'd heard things about this island.

[notconflicted]

Getting hit was stupid and it usually hurt. It was totally that bad.

"No, it doesn't." Maybe if she kept her answer short?

[halfbad.livejournal.com]

Nathan looked back at her, brow furrowing for a second like he was trying to figure something out. But, he couldn't figure out girls so why he tried was a mystery.

"I probably won't ever try and hit you," he decided to say for whatever reason. "So, I'll be in the bag's company."

Maybe he thought he was funny?

[notconflicted]

"Did you want to use the bag?" Sia asked a little abruptly. "Am I holding you up?"

[halfbad.livejournal.com]

Nathan fell silent before he frowned. He didn't know exactly where that had come from but he could get a little defensive even when it came to girls.

"I'm sorry, am I bothering you?" he asked, not entirely sincere. There was a little sarcasm there. "Did I catch you at a bad time or something? Am I not supposed to make conversation here?"

[notconflicted]

"It's been a bad day," she said simply.

Hitting the bag again instead of snapping.

[halfbad.livejournal.com]

"Maybe avoid taking it out on me," Nathan advised with a slight shrug. "I don't take that kindly to being a scapegoat."

He watched the bag.

[notconflicted]

"I'm not taking it out on you," she said, because she really wasn't. "I'm taking it out on the bag. All I did was ask if you needed to use it."

[halfbad.livejournal.com]

That was technically true. He pursed his lips and made a face.

"I only stayed in here because you're one of the few people I actually know here," Nathan explained, shaking his head. "Didn't mean to bother you because it looks like I did. Sorry."

That was all sincere even if he said it to the floor and not to her. His feet were already carrying him towards the exit.

[notconflicted]

So she tried to be civil despite her mood, got snarked at for asking a valid question, and now she was getting guilt-tripped. It was a testament to how amazing her willpower really was that she didn't snap at him or just eyeroll for a few minutes straight.

"It's a bad day, I'm sorry. On another day I should be good to actually talk," she said.