the gym; friday morning

[flickofthewrist]

Once again, Flick had woken up feeling like a ball of energy. By his calculations, the island had been running rampant with this crap for nearly a week so wasn't it supposed to be over? Nevertheless, it wasn't like he could cure so it so he was just in the 'deal with it' phase now.

That meant going to the gym. That meant immediately going to the heavy bag and beating it on it with bare knuckles. When he'd been sick, he hadn't been able to do this so now that he wasn't sick and was feeling motivated and full of energy, he was going to take advantage and try and work out some of the restlessness while he was at it.

A part of him thought maybe he should change up his gym routine but another part of him knew he'd get bored if he tried basketball, knew that he wasn't good with swords and knives, and knew that running would just bore him.

So, beating the heavy it was!

[Open. Just getting a few last posts in before sex pollen expires]

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[seveninchmotto]

Isabelle was great with knives, and that was what she brought with her to the gym, needing an outlet for her excess energy.

So of course, she ended up watching Flick from the door for a while when she got there. That did great things to her energy levels, sure.

[flickofthewrist]

"You having fun?" Flick asked, not even turning around since he'd figured she was there after a few moments of feeling like he was being watched. "Good show?"

[seveninchmotto]

"Always," Isabelle told him, walking in now that she'd been caught. Or acknowledged. Whichever. "You have good form."

[flickofthewrist]

"I know," Flick told her, taking a break and wiping his sweaty brow. "But thanks for noticing. I'm always happy to put on a good show."

[seveninchmotto]

Isabelle totally came over to give his cheek a quick kiss hello. Her arms full of knives. "I know. And it's appreciated."

[flickofthewrist]

"Pretty sure that's the first time someone's ever kissed me with their arms full of knives," he said, snickering. "Planning on decapitating a training dummy today?"

[seveninchmotto]

"Maybe," she replied with the kind of playful lightness he'd probably also never heard in relation to this topic at hand. She was already padding away from him again, towards the dummies. "Or at least throw some of these at its heart."

[flickofthewrist]

"Well, let me know if I can be of assistance," Flick told her, turning and snapping off a jab at the heavy bag. "I'm always happy to help."

[seveninchmotto]

"Oh, I know."

She gave him a lingering look before setting all her knives on the floor and getting to dragging a dummy out.

[flickofthewrist]

Flick gave her a quick smile and watched her getting set up before he turned around and started jabbing at the heavy bag. The jabs eventually turned into something harder and heavier.

All that energy had to go somewhere.

[seveninchmotto]

Isabelle listened to him, but focused on her own stuff. Unsheathed her knives and began her target practice. It was nice and precise.

Thunk. Thunk. Thunk. Knives hit the dummy, one by one.

[flickofthewrist]

Flick would have been more surprised if the knives didn't hit the dummy.

He maneuvered himself a bit, trying to get her more in his line of sight so he would both watch her throw and keep punching the heavy bag. He succeeded pretty well and fell into a nice, heavy striking rhythm.

[seveninchmotto]

Isabelle couldn't watch him while she did her thing, but she still listened for the sounds of his punches.

She looked focused. Strong. Her stance was practiced, and she made it all look easy. But deadly, too.

[flickofthewrist]

Flick couldn't stop a snicker from slipping out before he turned and went back to focusing most of his concentration on the bag and his punches. He'd gotten a little too distracted and was now trying to funnel it back into something productive.

[seveninchmotto]

"What's so funny?"

Of course she heard that.

[flickofthewrist]

"Nothing's so funny," he said between punches. "I just laughed. Sometimes it happens."

[seveninchmotto]

"Yes," Isabelle called back, throwing another knife. "Usually for a reason."

[flickofthewrist]

"Usually but not all the time," he retorted with a shrug before throwing a vicious right hook that he felt all the way up to his shoulder. "It was just a laugh."

[seveninchmotto]

"You don't ever 'just laugh'."

She went to pick up another knife, but she was fresh out. They were all stuck to the dummy.

[flickofthewrist]

"Why are you focusing on this?" Flick asked her, catching the bag when it swung back to him and taking a few breaths. "It was a laugh."

[seveninchmotto]

"Because I can." Well, there was a itch still under her skin, and the gym always made her a little competitive and antagonistic. She wasn't sure why that was. Her training, maybe.

She went to pick up her knives.

[flickofthewrist]

"Well, stop it," Flick told her, pushing the bag out so he could start swinging again. "It was a laugh. Period. End of story."

[seveninchmotto]

"Okay."

She snapped her mouth shut. Didn't need to talk while she was yanking the knives out of the dummy and inspecting the blades, anyway.

[flickofthewrist]

Flick watched her for a few moments longer. He considered saying something before shaking his head and going back to work wailing on the bag. She seemed to be very into her knives.

[seveninchmotto]

They were good knives!

One had some dried blood or other demonic gunk in one of the carvings on the blade, so she stood still for a moment, scratching that out with a fingernail.