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 Posted: Tue Jan 10, 2012 8:52 pm
For a few seconds, Jett just stared at Micah before he blinked and shook his head, not really quite sure how to keep up with the girl. He’d been certain that someone was going to come over and try to kick his a** when she screamed like that, but fortunately the gym patrons had managed to mind their own business, even if their eyes did keep wandering over to the two.
“…Yeah,” he said slowly; he hadn’t had quite the reaction she had when he had first dislocated his shoulder, though he distinctly remembered the white hot searing pain that had shot through him and left him stunned for a few seconds before tapering into a slight throb. “…Hurts a lot less the second time, but I don’t recommend dislocating anything just so you can test that theory. You doing better now? If you stand up, you’re not going to, like, pass out—right?” he asked, picking up the towel and folding it up. He liked being the center of attention, but not when such a commotion was going on; he was ready to head out before he got anymore weird stares, though wasn’t going to leave Micah here alone with that injury.
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Posted: Thu Jan 12, 2012 12:39 am
Micah jumped up like she was a puppet in a jack-in-the-box. While she shoulder did throb, it was nowhere near as bad as it used to be. And the way she was ignoring the strange looks, once would thing that she got them more often. Which was true. With her temper, she was more than used to people giving her odd looks and ever confronting her about her nature. She always brushed them off, because by the time they’d gotten to her she’d exploded and cooled down, and would need a good work up to get going again.
It was the same with here. She was in no hurry to get into any more fights, so the strange looks were easily ignored.
“So, when will our next lesson be,” she chirped, handing the gloves back to Jett as she bounced on the balls of her feet.
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Posted: Thu Jan 12, 2012 12:44 am
Jett offered one last judgmental glance at the girl, though couldn’t fight the laugh that fell from his lips. “You are seriously insane,” he concluded as he shoved the gloves into the bag at his side. From it, he then withdrew a relatively recent receipt from his favorite fast food restaurant and a battered pen. “If you’re really looking for another lesson, you let that heal up a bit and,” he placed the receipt on the bench and scribbled out his number on the back of the semi-crinkled paper before he held it out for the girl. “Then you give me a call some time and I’ll make sure we work something out.”
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Posted: Thu Jan 12, 2012 1:01 am
Micah snatched up the paper as fast as it was set down, beaming like a child. She didn’t have her phone on her, but as soon as she got to it, she was sending Jett a message about her lessons. She knew that boxing would come in handy. As it stood, Acubens had no knowledge of fighting, as was evident in how she just tried to epically body slam the youma she came into contact with. Jett would help her more than she could possible imagine. She turned on the balls of her feet, all but dancing from the gym.
“Then I’ll see you soon, sensei,” she sung, blowing him a kiss as she left.
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