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******** Horace.

They may have parted on better terms after the second spar, but still. Claude walked down the hall with a bit of a limp in her usually steady stride, since the other trainee had kicked her knee in. She had bruising blooming on her jaw, again, her arm was sore from being twisted, her knee, most definitely, and one of her wrists gave the impression she'd been trying to slit them because of the angry red marks from Horace's weapon. She didn't even want to see her stomach and ribs, but she could a bit from where her tunic shirt got shredded in the middle. She then briefly rubbed her sore scalp, her hair still braided from the spar.

To top that off as well, she was out of painkillers. Yes, her weapon would have this taken care of over the next few days, but she wanted to get a head start on the pain now. Thus she had made her way down the long a** hallway to Chance's room to see if he had any.

Upon arrival at his door, she shifted her weight to her good leg and wrapped her knuckles on the door. At this point she should had just waltzed in, but knocking was a hard habit to break.

Claude gave a soft amused snort about seeing her face. She hadn't intended on staying long, much less going into his room, but after seeing some of the obvious changes in his room, her curiosity was piqued. Her pursuit for painkillers was still first and foremost though. She glanced at him before her eyes roamed his room, looking at the projector she got him in action, and then towards the telescope at his bed. She ended up limping that short distance in and looked around.

She looked at him.

"It's like someone lives here now." Claude deadpanned, and then shook her head a bit. "A spar. If you could call it that." She answered. "Do you have any painkillers? I'm out."

For a moment, Claude's lips parted to express her intention to not stay, because she was just stopping by. She realized she had nowhere to be though, and could take a moment to sit for a bit, because she hadn't since that spar, and her knee was bothering her. She pulled off her boots and placed them neatly at the foot of his bed before taking a seat on the end, and it was a relief.

Since she was near the telescope, she looked at it more closely, her hands moving to massage her knee. "Where'd this come from?" Claude asked, nodding her head to the telescope before answering his question with another soft snort.

"Almost correct." She murmured. "Death trainee. Horace...half shaved head and red glasses...if you've seen him around."

She was still examining the telescope when she felt the warmth of his hand on her wrist. Claude turned her head, staring down at the hand that turned her wrist over. She was, obviously, thankful for the shields. "It'll heal soon." She let out something of a soft whistle at his absent answer. "Impressive." To think Finn had a considerate and thoughtful bone in his body. Wonders never cease.

Her lidded gaze watched as his hand moved to examine her other wrist.

"Yeah." On purpose. "He's got a hard on for Suns." Claude trailed off into a contemplative silence, her eyes moving back and forth as she thought. She then looked up at him. "Chance. Be prepared." She started. "It was a wake up call for long range fighters like you and I. I had my arms twisted, my jaw, ribs and stomach punched multiple times, my knee kicked, and my hair pulled around the field." Here she gave a thoughtful pause. Her tone wasn't angry, or heated even. Just stating the facts. "Thank ******** for shields and buffers, but where there's one like him, there's more so...just be prepared."

The thought of Chance getting surprised like she did was unpleasant, so she wanted to give him a heads up. Claude then held out her hand for bottle of painkillers.

Her eyes roamed over the telescope as he spoke about it again. Heavy, huh? "Alright." She agreed with a small nod, which was followed by a soft snort.

"Yeah. He'll love you." She took the bottle when it was offered, unscrewing the top and tapping it down until two pills landed on her palm. She popped one into her mouth, dry swallowed, and then repeated the process with the other. Claude nodded her head a bit. "Learning hand to hand wouldn't be a bad idea." She murmured thoughtfully as she screwed the lid back on. A small nod was her reply to his thanks for the warning, and Claude was about to hand the bottle back to him when she paused, staring down at nothing in particular for a long moment.

"...Hey." She focused on him, holding the bottle back out. "Do you have a pair of scissors?" It might have been a stretch, considering Chance's room was usually bare, but she didn't doubt his ability to surprise her.

"I don't." Claude told him, just to be an a**, like when she told him she only liked him some days. She took the bottle when it was offered, uttering a soft 'thanks' and uncapped the lid to take a few giant gulps. The trainee capped the bottle and held it between her hands as she listened to him, and his explanation...touched a chord somewhere deep down. She was taken back to when they first started sparring, and the reason of why he left had come up, and it'd been an easy 'home life was shitty' and she wasn't bothered by it, because it was simple and reasonable enough but...

Hearing more about people, and learning and wanting to know why...

Claude got sucked into her thoughts, her index fingers tapped on the water bottle as her stare became unfocused and distant. For several moments she didn't answer Chance's question, but she snapped herself out of her own thoughts and stared up at him. He was looking at her curiously...and...ah, alright.

"You're going to cut my hair."

"How are you, truly?" She asked him, quirking a brow at him, and then had look on her face that briefly expressed she was surprised he even had to ask. "Because I'm in the Sun Division, and having long hair is a liability." Her hair, also, had been something of a vain indulgence for her. She did love her hair, long and wild, pirate in every romanticized notion of the image. She not going to be bested by others because she couldn't lay aside that vain notion. She could and she would.

Claude placed the water bottle between her knees, wincing lightly as it pressed on her bad one, and reached back for her braid. She pulled it around to the front, pulled at the tie and then stared to unravel the hair, slipping the tie onto her wrist. Once it was unraveled, she couldn't help but run her hands through its entirety a few times.

She was going to miss it...ah, wait. She still had a few of her small braids in, having swept those back into the the mass of her hair...she'd keep those. Claude pulled all the small braids together, and then pulled them back and tired them off in small messy loop bun on the top of her head. Once that was finished, she looked at Chance expectantly.

"You're a rubix cube with some of the stickers switched." Though she knew Chance's assessment was a joke, but felt like hers held a grain of truth.

No, she wasn't going to second guess herself, and she did approve of where Chance had made the first cut without her having to say anything. Admittedly, there was a small sense of loss, she supposed, when the first cut was made. It was only little section of hair he had first cut, and she knew a lot of it had come off with that snip. That hair she had grown and taken care of for so long...

Sigh.

Claude sat straight up on the bed, and still, staring at the constellation projector with her hands folded over the water bottle, while this got underway.