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The gym- Friday evening

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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Nathan didn't have any problems with mood crystals but he did have issues with staying inside a tiny room at night. That was enough to put him in a bit of a mood.

He had all intentions of spending most of his night outside but he dropped by the gym first. He hadn't really been keeping up with the exercise that Celia had started him on and he felt that maybe he should start correcting that.

Apparently, he wasn't the only person feeling like a gym visit tonight. Nathan even recognized this person and found himself watching her beat the heavy bag without even realizing it.

Sia could sense him there, and her first was great, now she'd have to try and be civil through this mood.

She looked back and gave him a nod of acknowledgement, then hit the bag again.

Nathan nodded back before he took a few steps closer, swinging his arms just to get them stretched out. He didn't say anything for a few moments since that bag was getting all her focus.

"You hit hard." Nathan was not great at talking to girls. Not great at all. But, it was an honest statement even if he was looking at the bag and not her.

"I try. People tend to take me seriously when I do that," she said, kicking the bag this time.

Nathan nodded and walked around the gym quietly, giving it a look. It was his first time down here and he'd never really seen facilities like this in his lifetime. Everything looked so clean and new and advanced.

He scratched the back of his head. "They don't take you seriously before then?" Seemed like a logical question to him.

"Well, if they try to hit me, they obviously didn't take me seriously enough," she reasoned.

"Do many people try and hit you?" Sorry Sia, he asked questions when he was comfortable enough. When he was allowed and he'd had a good first encounter with you so now he was...asking questions.

But, his eyes were on one of the practice dummies, giving it a few experimental pokes.

"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.

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.

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

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

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?

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

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?"

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

Hitting the bag again instead of snapping.

"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.

"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."

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.

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.

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