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 Posted: Sat Mar 17, 2012 2:11 pm
Sasha worried her lower lip between her teeth when Clerise seemed to get upset over talk of Jerry. Perhaps that would be a topic better left alone. Besides, talking about sparring was a little more proactive - especially considering what had transpired in the past few days. Death, death, and death.
"I won't cry," Sasha grumbled softly, turning her face towards Clerise once more. Rubbing the spot Clerise had just poked, Sasha's expression turned to a soft smile.
"Why isn't music your ah.. thing? It's really a wonderful thing. I do enjoy it, and painting." She looked thoughtful. "What do you do for ... for fun?"
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Posted: Sat Mar 17, 2012 5:38 pm
Damn straight it was best to be left alone. "I'll believe it when I see it," Clerise quipped back, snickering a little. "Uhh. I dunno. Never did much music as a kid, and after I joined the circus, you can only hear Entry of the Gladiators so many times before wanting to shoot yourself. Eight ******** years of...yeah." Clerise shuddered a little. "I listen to what plays in clubs and little else, and uh...Really, all I'm good at is acrobatic stuff. I was a gymnast before I joined up, and it's sort of been my outlet for...you know. Everything." She tried to think of what ELSE she did. "Drink. Have copious amounts of sex." She raised a brow at Sasha. "Generally after drinking."
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Posted: Wed Mar 21, 2012 9:01 am
Was it possible for someone Sasha's age to know little to nothing about sex?
...yes, yes it was.
Turning onto her side so that she could face the other woman, Sasha reached forward and idly toyed with a bit of Clerise's vividly colored hair. It was almost surreal, the color, and like nothing Sasha had ever seen before. Her brows climbed at the sex comment. That was something best left alone, as well. Placing her hands palm-to-palm, Sasha placed them beneath her cheek and just stared at Clerise for a moment before speaking.
"I bet you are a beautifully talented gymnast," she smiled, "I've always been kind of... clumsy."
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Posted: Sat Mar 24, 2012 11:46 pm
Had Clerise known, she would have had some very detailed talks of the birds and the bees and quite a bit more--
Fortunately for Sasha, the redhead was oblivious to her lack of knowledge.
"Hah. On the mat or in the air, I'm glorious. On the groundd? Not so much." She smiled as the other girl toyed with her hair. She reached up to undo the buns, letting them come undone, loosely curling.
"I have no excuse. You probably just need a stronger core." Clerise poked at Sasha's belly with a smile, tickling her just a smidge. "If you want, I can help you strengthen that. It's the muscles right there, actually. Your abs, sides, and everything in that general area."
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Posted: Sat Mar 24, 2012 11:54 pm
Sasha listened quite intently, brows drawn down in concentration. She couldn't help but give a twittering giggle when Clerise reached forward to tickle her, rubbing her belly as she quietly admired the other woman's pretty hair.
"I would really appreciate it, Clerise," she grinned softly. "I've never done any um. Specialized exercise, I guess? Papa and I would take walks, but he wouldn't ever let me really help with any heavy lifting around our farm." Sasha shrugged.
"We could trade? Maybe I can teach you something?"
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Posted: Sun Mar 25, 2012 12:42 am
Christ. She was so cute. Was she made of ******** marshmallows and sunshine and cupcakes??
Clerise knew better than to lick her and find out. She did at least know that Sasha was, in fact, not a tootsie roll.
She smiled at the girl-- there'd be a lot of work to do, but starting her fellow trainee off on an easy training regimen wouldn't be bad at all. Light aerobics, light abs work...
"Well, what are your skills? I'd be glad to trade you~" She'd be glad to do it anyway, but Sasha seemed so eager.
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Posted: Sun Mar 25, 2012 1:06 am
Sasha blinked a few times in response to that question.
"Ahh. I can uh. I can paint. I can play the flute.. uhh. I had a small garden that I used to tend." Sasha tilted her head to the side, a wry expression on her face.
"I guess those aren't really..." she laughed softly, waving a hand, "I don't know."
Maybe trading knowledge hadn't been such a great idea.
"Well, I'll take you up on your offer, Clerise," Sasha started fussing with her hair, "and like. In the future? If you need me, I'll be here. Not like.. not like I wouldn't anyway."
She exhaled loudly.
"I'm pretty good at making messes of things," Sasha peered at Clerise through her lashes, a soft smile on her lips.
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Posted: Sun Mar 25, 2012 1:55 am
"I think Deus could do with a garden, actually," Clerise said brightly, pulling Sasha's hand from her hair. "Especially if we could grow some vegetables or something away from Julie."
God, that sounded amazing.
"Thanks, whirligirl," Clerise says with sincerity, giving the other girl a hug.
She wore confidence like armor, but even the best armor had its vulnerabilities.
"You and me both, girl, let me ********' tell you." She glanced at her watch, realizing she was going to be late for one of her duties.
"I've gotta peace out, but--" She took the time to smooth back her hair, holding her face and shaking her just a bit. "Cheer up, okay? We'll be okay. You can always come to me, too, you know. I'm always out and around, but I keep this stupid phone charged like my life depends on it. If you ever need anything, I'm in here."
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Posted: Sun Mar 25, 2012 2:04 am
"You're welcome," Sasha sounded a little breathless, returning the hug. Sasha hadn't known how badly she'd needed this little one-on-one girl time until Clerise had shown up, and now that the other trainee was leaving the loneliness yawned before her once again - far too familiar for comfort.
Sasha nodded, keeping the smile on her face until Clerise took her leave. "I'll text you soon, so we can.. ah, so we can spar?" Sasha rose from the bed to walk her friend to the door. "I really appreciate you coming by, Clerise. Like.. more than I can say."
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Posted: Sun Mar 25, 2012 2:22 am
"I'm always down for sparring. It'll be nice to be on an even playing field-- I've got a bad habit of trying to kick the asses of intermediates ...it goes...interesting."
Clerise gives Sasha a big, toothy grin. "That sounds good. You can text me whenever, reason or otherwise. I'm on the twitter thing a ********, too."
She delayed leaving for just a moment, dallying. "Any time. I'm just down the hall."
With that, she was gone, dashing out the door.
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