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Flynn didn't react too much when Naomi quickly changed back to her human form, piggy-backing on top of him. In fact she was quite light. He didn't have any trouble remaining upright with her on his back. "If it makes you feel better, you're really light in this form," he told her, referring back to the comment he had made earlier about her being heavy in her Weapon form. Although she said she was game for more training, Flynn could see that wasn't the case. She was clearly exhausted. Flynn looked back at her. "What kind of break? Like a sit-down or a nap?" He asked, wondering just how tired she was. If it was just a sit-down she needed they could do it right here but if she was tired enough to need sleep they would need to go somewhere else. Falling asleep in a room where other students may come in and start battling wasn't exactly safe. He reached behind himself and hefted Naomi up slightly so she was in a better position on his back. He didn't expect her to transform on top of him but he seemed to take it in stride pretty well. He walked over to the wall and took one of the "broken" signs hanging on a rack for just this occasion. He could feel Naomi's warmth on his back and her warm breath on his neck. If he turned his head slightly he pushed into her hair where he could smell the shampoo she had used. Flynn returned to the cannon, hanging the "broken" sign on top of it as he reflected on these things. Naomi seemed innocent, slight and maybe a little naive in her human form. But in her Weapon form was a different story. She didn't become a different person but she did seem to become a little aggressive, which wasn't a problem.

Her Weapon form itself though. She hadn't mentioned ever being in a real fight but with the type of Weapon she was, any kind of fight would be brutal. With a wicked sharp clawed gauntlet he could literally flay someone alive. He could tear out their throat or eviscerate them. He could probably dismember weaker opponents fairly easily and he could definitely cause wounds deep enough to begin hemorrhaging. All in all her Weapon form lent itself to a style of fighting that was pretty gruesome. He wondered if she were ready for that. It was one thing to accidentally hurt someone, but an entirely different one to intentionally cause serious damage to them. He could feel her soft, smooth legs pressing against the arm he was holding her up with. A very different feeling than the plated metal of her Weapon form. It was hard to believe they could come from the same person. He looked back at her slightly as he waited for her answer, once again he could smell her hair brushing against him.

Flynn looked back slightly when he heard Naomi's stomach. "Sure," he replied simply. Her question about the cafeteria had a different answer though. "They do, but it's actually under renovation right now so it's off-limits. We'll have to go somewhere else." He looked up, thinking for a moment. "We could pick up a sandwich or something and go to the roof. It's pretty quiet since people rarely go up there." He looked back at Naomi. "The view is pretty nice too actually. Especially at sunset." He began walking with her on his back. "So, tell me more about yourself Naomi," he requested. He seemed more open now after their victory over the X-Blaster 3000. "What was your life like before this? Leave any good friends behind?" He asked. He was curious to know the story behind the cute girl on his back and the brutal gloves on his arms. If they were to work as a team they'd have to know more about each other. They seemed to have resonated fairly well right off the bat but it was far from perfect. They could do a lot better, and they would. Naomi wouldn't end up like his last partner. He swore that to himself as they walked. This time it would be different. He'd do it right.

Flynn nodded when he heard Naomi agree to the roof plan. He began to walk across the wide training area towards the door. He listened quietly as Naomi answered his questions, feeling her head on his shoulder once again. Once she was finished he shook his head. "No, it makes sense," he assured her. "Many times changing locations causes you to lose contact with your friends. I remember when I went to the academy I left some friends behind. I was on the football team in middle school and hung out with a lot of people. Did dumb stuff. Got in trouble. But not too long after I left for the academy I lost contact with most of them. My girlfriend even broke up with me. Over text." Flynn gave a short laugh. "How lame is that? Things were pretty awkward when I came home for the summer..." He looked back at Naomi as he began to ascend the stairs leading to the roof. "But you move on. Make new friends. I know you're new here but it'll happen. Besides, you have a headstart in the academy since you get a partner right off the bat." He gave her a reassuring smile as he continued climbing. "Anyway, there's plenty of good people around here. I'll-" he cut off. He was about to say "I'll introduce you to some of my friends" but considering how they were and how Naomi was he didn't think it was the best idea. "I'll be here for you partner." Although he had quickly replaced what he was going to say, the words he said now were none the less true. Naomi seemed like a good sort. Innocent though and not the kind of girl that would hang out with his friends. To put it bluntly, Flynn thought his friends were great, but he'd never let them date his sister. He could tell Naomi seemed a little bummed about losing contact with a lot of her own friends though. It was natural. But things could be fun here for her too. He'd make sure to help her fit in.

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Flynn closed his book as he watched Naomi collapse on the ground from his seat on one of the side benches. He glanced down at his watch. Several minutes late, though he wasn't surprised. He'd pegged her as the type. "Nice to see you Naomi," Flynn said with a casual smile as he stood up, setting the book on the bench. He slowly walked over to where she was lying on the ground. Yesterday she had run to the milk bar, and then run home. Now she ran here. She definitely had a lot of energy. Though with a big transformation like hers, that was probably a good thing. In fact, that might be why she had so much energy: her body naturally adapted to the requirements of her new powers. That would explain the hyper-metabolism too. "Let me guess: you sprinted all the way here?" He asked. "Have you ever considered trying out for the track team?"

"Pet something"? Flynn asked with a raised eyebrow. Well, he couldn't say he would be surprised if she pet something she thought was cute, even if she didn't know what it was. Though he doubted it was anything suspicious. He nodded when he heard her response about the Track Team. "Worth a shot if you're into that kind of thing." He reached down his hand when she asked him to. He blinked slightly in surprise as she suddenly flashed and appeared on his hands. A surprising yet successful transformation. "No handspring this time, eh?" He asked with a grin as he looked down at Naomi, the gauntlets shaking slightly in what passed for her victory dance. "Well done," he added, not wanting to give her the impression that he was disappointed. He flexed his fingers. The strap was a little loose but other than that she had done a perfect job. He looked back towards the training field. "Very awesome," he told her with a short laugh. "Almost at my level." He surveyed the different training machines. "Let's avoid the X-Blaster this time," he told her wryly, noticing they had already replaced it. There was plenty of other training equipment around so it shouldn't be a problem. "Do you feel ready to try your armor ability again?" He asked. She had gone fairly far last time, though he didn't want to push her if she wasn't ready again. Last time seemed to have taken something out of her, at least for a little while. "If you'd prefer to wait, I'm okay with that." He rolled his shoulders and flexed his muscles beneath the armor, straining against the metal plates slightly. It was a snug fit, which was good. He relaxed his muscles again. "You can definitely take a beating, I'll say that much. Which is good since you cover a large area of my body."