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 Posted: Tue Dec 20, 2011 11:10 pm
Who: Shepard, Ty, Reks, Lil
Where: The Maevin Residence
When: Midmorning
Weather: Cold, cold, COLD and clear.
"You've got to be kidding me," Shepard breathed to himself as he pulled up to the Maevin residence for the first time, peering up at the structure from behind the windshield of his borrowed pick-up truck. From everything he knew about Reks, Lil, and Ty -- granted, it wasn't that he knew all that much -- he hadn't expected their house to look like... well... this. The neighborhood alone should probably have tipped him off, but the Maevin mansion was different -- gorgeous, roomy, mysterious. It had an air unlike the rest of the snooty upperclass surroundings.
...not that it seemed to be all that well manicured. The lawn behind the gates -- which Ty had distinctly warned him away from -- was specifically mysterious, with the bare trees and sharp shrubberies looming behind the wrought iron. At the side, there was a long, oblong portion that Shepard guessed was either a pond or a sunken portion of ground long flooded and now completely frozen over.
It was absolutely beyond freezing. Shepard, who almost never worried about the cold, wore a dark blue beanie, a coat and scarf, and thick gloves. He even had to forgo his motorcycle and borrow a truck to make the ride over. Which had been a good choice, actually, considering that his primary reason for coming.
Shepard opened the truck's covered cab and slid out a large, well-used Heavy bag, detangling it from the mess of hockey sticks and skates and pads his hockey mates had stored there. He was there to help Reks train, or make a good attempt at it, at any rate. The Raevan was always earnest about training, getting stronger, that Shepard couldn't help but want to lend a hand in any way he could.
Heavy bag in tow, Shepard began to make his way up the house's side path, as Ty had explained for him to do.
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Posted: Sun Jun 03, 2012 8:24 pm
Shepard didn't make it far up the path before the clang of a door rattled the quiet morning. Tyson, dressed in an oversized coat and a big furry hat darted from the side door to the garage. Even though he was dressed to the max in warm clothes the spring in his step spoke volumes of how excited he was Shepard came to visit.
The lad's fit of giggles were muffled by the scarf that was securely wrapped around his neck to keep the warmth in. His big boots clomped as he hurried down the path, waving his arms at Shepard as if the man hadn't noticed the blob of color coming his way.
Suddenly he hit a patch of black ice and it looked like the lad was just about to have an intimate greeting with the pavement when a pair of strong arms caught him. Floating casually behind the lad was Iorek, dressed in makeshift gloves that were haphazardly knitted to suit his massive claws and a sweater that seemed too big for his form. He wore fuzzy ear muffs due to how difficult hats were to fit over his horns.
After Tyson was steadied Iorek looked up to smile widely at Shepard, "Ah! You've found our house! I was worried you'd get lost or go up someone else's driveway by mistake." He chuckles and makes his way over to Shepard with much more grace than Tyson.
The lad hobbled behind him and grinned up at Shepard when they got up to him. "How you doin' today? See Reks! I can give good directions! You and Lillian doubted me but as you can see," He gave a grand gesture to Shepard while smirking at his gargoyle friend, "Shepard is present and ready to have some fun."
Iorek smiled and gave a nod to Tyson knowing that it was best to not bring up the fact that he was the one who used google maps to find the right directions. Instead he arched a brow at the bag the man was carrying, "That is a very big bag...what are we going to be using it for?"
Tyson peered over at it, "Looks like something a dead body could be in! Shepard as big as our yard is I don't think Lillian would approve of this."
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Posted: Sun Jun 03, 2012 8:42 pm
Coming up the side, his arms full, Shepard could only watch in horror as Ty slipped and looked to be crashing on the ground -- but the Aussie let out an audible breath as Iorek caught the boy, the Raevan steady and present as he always seemed to be. Shaking his head, the Aussie continued his trek up, his eyes now carefully scanning the path in front of him.
"Careful, eh?" Shepard called, his arms now tingling with adrenaline as he made his way toward the pair. He could only smile as the distance closed between them -- Ty and Iorek looked warm and happy as ever, even if Iorek's winter garments looked like something of a demented grandmother's labor of love. He was careful not to laugh, though, just in case that 'demented grandmother' happened to be Ty, or Lil, or Iorek himself. One couldn't exactly go to a department store to find something perfectly fit to those arms, after all.
"Perfect directions," he agreed quickly, swooping down to relieve himself of the bag momentarily. He reached out to ruffle Ty's hair in greeting, and gave Reks a wide grin. It was as blatantly affectionate as he ever got, not being a person overly given to outright physical displays of affection. "An' let me tell you, this is a crazy neighbourhood. You kids win the lottery, or what?" He straightened, gesturing to the land around them -- not that you could really see the mansions from their vantage point, but the point was made.
"As for this --" Shepard nudged the bag with his foot. "This is a Heavy bag. Boxers use 'em to train, thought Reks might get some use out of it. You ever box much, Reks?"
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Posted: Sun Jun 03, 2012 9:21 pm
Iorek smirked as he looked down at Tyson, "Oh we're always careful, aren't we?"
The tyke smirked and gave a casual shrug of his shoulders, "As much as two amazing guys can be, ya know?"
He reached up and tugged at his scarf so his words wouldn't keep getting jumbled by the silly thing. He laughed hard as Shepard gave his hair a good ruffle. Tyson shook his head not really worried about mussed is hair must be now, instead he just tucked the hat back on.
Iorek flushed from the grin and nodded to Shepard, "Ah yes, there is a lot of well off families in this area."
Tyson nodded and looked up at the house, "Mom and Dad were big adventurers. They recovered artifacts and stuff like that so they got money from it somehow." He shrugged, "Lillian knows more about what they did than me but we're pretty lucky to have a nice house."
"A heavy bag? Now that should be fun!" Tyson grins as he looks up at Iorek and Shepard.
"No I actually haven't tried boxing. I've wanted to but I've only tried it on some of the big beach rocks. It looks really neat on TV." Iorek smiled widely as he looked over the bag and back to Shepard, "Do you mind boxing with me though? You're not too intimidated by me?"
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Posted: Sun Jun 03, 2012 9:47 pm
Shepard's eyebrows raised into the hem of his beanie as he listened to Ty's response, his gaze lifting to the Maevin house. Adventuring parents? What, like Indiana Jones, adventurers bringing back priceless artifacts and then selling them to museums? For all he knew, Ty and Lil could be living in a hidden Louvre in there...
His eyes dropped back to his companions a moment later, inwardly amused at his own sudden flight of fancy. Whatever adventuring Ty and Lil's parents did, it was certainly none of his business. Unlike helping Reks today, which certainly was.
"Yer not gonna be boxin' me. Not in any hurry to get my face in the way of one of those." Shepard clarified with a faint grin, nodding at Iorek's oversized hands. Even though Shepard had never backed down from a fight, the idea of getting smashed in the head with a fist-shaped cinder block was not exactly high on his to-do list. "Nah, I'll be teachin' yeh some techniques on how to throw a punch, and you'll take it out on the bag. We'll refine some mechanics and see how it goes. You boys have a place you can hang the bag up?"
It was too bad, Shepard thought, that he didn't have an actual pair of boxing gloves that would fit Reks's hands. It would certainly come in handy -- not so much for Reks, but to soften his blows against the bag. And, judging from the state of Iorek's clothing, he didn't think it was overly likely that someone knew how to make a pair, either. Maybe Vivi?
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Posted: Thu Jun 28, 2012 8:47 am
Iorek floated a little closer and stretched out one of his hands to run against the material of the bag. He looked it over curiously before glancing back to Shepard, "You know I'd be gentle, Shepard. I'm not good or strong enough yet to really cause any damage to you." He spoke modestly as he went to lift the bag over his shoulder, sinking just a bit lower to the ground from the weight.
"Um...." He grunted and adjusted how the heavy bag was sitting on his shoulder as he glanced over to Tyson, "Could we use the big tree? I think it would be fine."
Tyson looked at the bag and then in the direction of a large oak tree that sat off the side of the yard. It looked old, but sturdy enough to handle almost anything. "That tree has been in the yard forever. We tried to build a tree house in it last year but...eh...didn't really work how we wanted it to."
Reks grimaced at the memory and shook his head, "The panels wouldn't sit right and it ended up looking like a little hut...and when we tried to sleep over in it...it collapsed."
The two laughed at the thought and shook their heads almost in unison. For a pair that didn't get along at the beginning, they were pretty much like brothers now.
"It was so funny, you were already asleep when it happened. Shepard, you should have heard him scream! He sounded almost like Lillian when she hollers!" Tyson managed to say through a fit of giggles.
Iorek chuckled as well and shook his head, "Yeah, but be happy that I did wake up. If not your landing would have been pretty painful." He snickered and nodded over to the tree, "So...heh...lets go set this up then, alright?"
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Posted: Wed Jul 11, 2012 4:41 pm
Shepard grinned a lopsided grin watching the two boys ping off of each other, amused by the interplay as much as the story. It was a good little family the kids had going on, even if Shepard was a bit bewildered by the lack of parental influence. But then again, who was to say parental influence was always a good thing? From all evidence, it seemed like the Maevins were doing just fine.
And so did the tree in question. A fine old thing, definitely strong enough to hold up a Heavy bag or a tree house -- a well built one, at least. It wouldn't take too long for them to hang it, either, from what he could tell -- the bag came with thick loops meant for a hook, but they could just as easily slip them on one of the thicker tree branches and push it in for support. Shepard nodded as he made his way up to the tree, making sure.
"Didn't read up too well on tree-housin', eh?" The Aussie shook his head slowly. "Next time, follow a rule: if it looks like it might crap out on ya on the ground, don't think it'll be too much sturdier in a tree."
Jumping, Shepard caught hold of one of the branches and hung onto it, gripping the branch with both of his gloved hands. The branch barely sank under his weight, and he dropped back onto the ground with a grin.
"Yer right, I think this one might work pretty well!" He patted the side of the tree approvingly. "C'mon, let's throw this up an' see what yer made of, Reks! Gotta stick up for yerself now that we all know yeh scream like a girl."
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Posted: Fri Jul 13, 2012 9:40 pm
The boys looked to each other and gave a little shrug, "We....did....but we didn't read as much as we should have." Tyson said as he recalled the books, "Of course most of them were from comic books, and adventure novels."
Iorek smiled and nodded, "Lillian warned us to read more on the exact way but we thought we could build it ourselves. It was an alright hut, it just didn't have the strength we needed to hold the two of us up."
Tyson nodded as he watched Shepard try out the tree. "Yeah. Hopefully the tree can hold up against you, Reks. Lillian would flip if you damage it."
Reks scoffed as he looked between the tree and the bag in his grasp. "I would hope my aim will keep me from hitting the tree. I've been practicing with that too nowadays."
The lad smirked and gave a playful shrug, "If you say so. We'll just have to see, won't we? You should be safe from her wrath. Bet'cha if you screw up we'll hear his scream." He hissed to Shepard as he stood back as Reks worked to hang the punching bag onto the limb.
"Then I can't screw up! I'm standing up for myself so the only thing you'll hear from me that is close to a scream is my victorious roar." The raevan boasted as he floated up to tie the punching bags pieces onto the tree. "How is this Shepard? Good? Should I tighten or loosen anything?" He asked as he glanced down at the man from where he was perched.
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Posted: Sun Jul 15, 2012 12:14 pm
"Yeh hope you can keep yerself from hitting the tree?" Shepard repeated with some amusement, his eyebrows raising into his knit beanie. And Reks had wondered why Shepard hadn't wanted to spar with him? If Reks needed help landing a punch successfully on a Heavy bag, then Shepard certainly didn't want to meet him in a ring... or be on his side in a bar fight, for that matter. Looks like they'd have some work cut out for them.
But that was getting too far ahead of themselves. Shepard was looking forward to watching Reks' display of power, although that one admission made him unconsciously lean back after Reks finished securing the bag to the tree. He wasn't sure what to expect, all told. Reks looked like a well-carved boulder, but Shepard had never actually seen the frei throw a punch, badly aimed or otherwise.
"Arright," Shepard said, nodding at the bag's position. He jumped in place in mimic of a boxer, his hands up, and threw two punches into the air. "Jes like that. Let's hear some victorious roarin' now."
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Posted: Wed Jul 18, 2012 8:16 am
"Well I wouldn't want to hurt the tree. But sometimes my aim is off." Reks says matter-of-fact as he drifted down to their level. "My swings are sometimes too strong and I throw myself in the direction I punched..."
Tyson chuckled as he watched Shepard take a few steps back, "Yeah, best to stand back when he starts punching. His punches pack a real wallop." The lad moved back and dusted the snow off a fallen log so he had somewhere to sit and watch at a safe distance.
Iorek watched Shepard carefully and quickly mimicked his pose. The raevan crouched low and bobbed up and down, his ribbon prancing in the snow as he readied himself. "Okay...like this?" He asked when he glanced off to his side at Shepard. Although he could get into the right position he was still anxious. Iorek was eager to please especially when it was a friend like Shepard who took time off to come out and do this.
He flushed and paused when it looked like he was about to roar. "You know, I-I rather not do that...just yet..."
Tyson snickered from the corner where he sat and shook his head, "Shepard! He's just embarrassed since it might come out like a mewl."
Iorek frowned and shook his head at the kid, "Oh come on! That's not true! I can roar...just...not on cue."
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Posted: Wed Jul 18, 2012 10:04 pm
"I'm sure they pack more than a wallop," Shepard replied dryly, taking a few steps to the side so that he could see Reks' form while not obstructing Ty's view. His footsteps crunched on the hard, snow-packed ground. "I'm sure his punches pack a wallop, a few pairs of extra shoes, a dress it's pretty sure it won't wear but wants anyway, and three extra cases of makeup jus' in case. I'm sure his punches way overpack past wallops."
The Aussie watched as Reks copied his form with good accuracy, his arms up and his movements quick. There was an obvious desire in Iorek to do well, something the frei wore easily on his face. He was guileless in that way, a trait that Shepard admired. It was different, different from the circus life, where everything was smoke and mirrors, different from the life of living with mostly performers and ex-performers, who so often played games and needed validation. Even now, his life lacked that quality in abundance -- Vivi, bless her, was not a guileless woman. So it made Shepard happy to be around Iorek and Ty, to help them do things like this. They added something. Something needed.
Shepard only nodded, and then sucked in a quick breath as Iorek went charging for the Heavy bag, his mouth open to unleash a primal -- primal --
-- nothing?
No, not nothing. Iorek unleashed a primal... stammered apology. And no punches. Shepard couldn't help but laugh into one gloved hand, trying to conceal his amusement from the Raevan.
"N-o, that's fine," he said, his voice pinched from holding in a laugh. "Jus', let the roarin' come on its own. Get the punch down right first. I promise the roar'll come rippin' out of yeh later, mate."
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Posted: Thu Jul 26, 2012 5:00 pm
Tyson laughed at Shepard's idea of what Iorek's punches would pack. He sat back on the log and watched the two interact. It was probably an odd thought but if Shepard was a teacher, not only would he be a good one but he'd be the favorite at school. He was just good at dealing with others and making them feel good about themselves. Tyson wasn't even the one training and he felt encouraged to do his best because of the older man.
"Come on, Iorek! Really give it to that bag! It said Cap is a wussy and Wonder Woman belongs in the kitchen!" He yelled. The lad had no clue if it would work but it was worth a try!
Iorek flushed as Shepard tried to comfort him. He knew he could roar! It was there. He'd done it before. But right now it just wasn't coming to him.
Reks took a deep breath and lowered into position. If he couldn't roar than he'd just hit the darn thing. But when he released a punch it was an awkward swing. He missed the bag entirely.
Embarrassed, the raevan dropped his arms and looked at the bag with frustration.
It looked as though the raevan had called it quits after that "punch" but Tyson's comment suddenly spurred another punch. There was no stance this time around, no focus, just a surge of strength and the bag was pushed backwards. The only sound Reks had made was a low growl.
The heavy weight bag swung and the metal holding the hangers together screeched at Iorek's force. Well it looks like he hit it!
Tyson cheered from the side lines and Iorek looked to Shepard to see what he thought. Reks smiled before he realized he hadn't followed the plan. Sure, he was able to hit it but it wasn't the right way. "Oh! Shoot! Sorry...um...I'll do that again, okay?"
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Posted: Fri Jul 27, 2012 12:55 pm
Shepard's smile split wide when Iorek -- so eager and ready to perform -- swung wildly and missed his mark. He breathed a silent, two-breath chuckle and shook his head, looking over at Tyson. Could be worse, his expression read, but not much worse. So he couldn't hit a bag right in front of him. It just meant that this training session was all the more important, that's all.
"It's arright, Reks," Shepard called, clapping his hands together in a show of support. "Bag's not goin' anywhere, you got this!" He could only grin as Ty added his own brand of encouragement, making it so the bag was taunting Reks by insulting what were apparently the Raevan's favorite superheroes. Maybe, Shep thought briefly, they could increase Reks' accuracy by adorning the Heavy bag with some pictures of Dr. Doom, Lex Luthor, etc.?
And BAM! The taunts certainly seemed to work, because Reks unleashed a punch that hit its mark this time, slamming his fist into the bag and forcing it to swing back on its hooks. The raw strength was impressive, to say the least, and Shepard could see quickly that, if Reks continued this particular brand of training, he was going to go through bags relatively quickly. And he was going to need gloves. Definitely gloves.
"Tha's better," the Aussie said with a nod, coming up to stand by the Raevan's side. "But yeh gotta work on yer form. Don't know how strong your skin or bones are, but if y'punch like that every time, yer gonna break somethin'." He put his hands on Reks' shoulders, shaking him slightly as though to loosen him up, releasing any tension left over from the embarrassment of performing or of missing that first punch.
"Throwin' a punch is easy, but y'gotta remember simple physics. Anythin' you punch punches yeh back. So remember a couple things. I know you don't have hips yet, but even before that, y'gotta remember that the power comes from rotating your body toward what you're punchin'. Move with it. Drive it with yer shoulders. Power's not from your hands --" He paused, looking at Iorek's fists. "-- okay, power might come from your hands, but it'll be better if you put your weight behind it, too. Shoulders turn, and when you get 'em, your hips'll rotate, too. Like this."
Shepard demonstrated a slow punch just out of reach of the Heavy bag, his right foot digging into the ground as his hips swiveled and his arm arced toward the bag. "Strike with the big knuckles, middle and index finger. Smaller knuckles break -- even stones break if they get hit enough times, right? So don't chance it." He took a step back to give Reks some room to attempt his own motions. "An' when you hit the bag, yeh don't want it to swing like that. Y'want it to pop, absorb the hit. Now lemme see another go, mate."
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Posted: Sat Aug 18, 2012 9:54 pm
Iorek was glowing as Shepard came back to stand at his side. Shepard probably didn't know it but his encouragement really was pushing Reks forward. Tyson and Lillian could only get him so far when it came to training but neither knew the correct stances and ways to deliver a strong punch. Heck, Reks and Tyson would just go out to the beach when they 'trained' and the gargoyle would just throw his arms around to beat up whatever stood in his path.
But this, standing beside Shepard as the man coached him through the proper way to hold your body and direct a punch, well that felt like real training. Just like the "Karate Kid" movie except Shepard wasn't as old or strict as Mr. Miyagi. As Shepard led him in the right direction, Iorek felt that if they kept this up, he'd be able to hold his own against anyone.
Very quickly with concern written all over his face, Reks turned his attention to his hands at the thought that they could break. "I...don't know how strong they are." For a closer inspection he brought them closer to his face. A few scratches here and there dappled his stoney skin. At the moment his knuckles burned and felt as though they had a pulse, but he imagined that was just from bashing them against the bag.
"I-I definitely don't want to break them." Iorek murmured with added dread as a few vivid pictures danced across his vision. If he broke his hands he wouldn't be able to do anything. What a nightmare!
Thankfully Shepard's shake not only loosened his muscles up, but shook away his frightening thoughts just like that. Thank goodness his friend was here.
"Okay...it punches back and...rotating my body at what I punch delivers power. Gotcha." Reks stared at Shepard while his brain rushed to scramble and scrawl what he was saying on the wall of his memories. A frown slowly developed across his lips when his mind stumbled over itself as the single thought of 'will you actually remember all of this?' entered.
Iorek turned his frown into a sheepish smile, "Um, do you think, after all this you could write this down for me?" Best to have notes just in case.
Even though he was worried he wouldn't remember, Iorek still took what Shepard was saying to heart. He clenched and unclenched his fists as he thought about where his power should come from.
Slowly Reks drew his body into position while he watched Shepard move through the motions. The man, normally bulky like himself, was so graceful as he slowly punched the air. Iorek wanted that. He wanted to have control and focus in his movements just like his coach.
"Right..." Iorek whispered as he ever so slowly moved his body downwards and drew his arms out. Back and fourth, over and over again, the raevan moved before the bag without even touching it. This time he wanted to get it right. He wasn't going to rush the punch just because he was nervous. Third time was the charm and he'd get it right...in just a second.
Reks turned to look up at Shepard as he practiced punching the air, "How is this looking? Better?" The raevan asked with big green puppy dog eyes that sought all the knowledge his newfound teacher had to offer him.
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Posted: Mon Aug 20, 2012 6:21 am
One of Shepard's eyebrows went up and his lips straightened into a line as anxiety scripted itself clearly across Iorek's face. There was something deeper here, the Aussie thought, watching the Raevan. There was some kind of unanswered insecurity that lay in Iorek, by the looks of things. He seemed to be afraid of getting hurt, afraid of his natural advantage (his stony skin) letting him down. The Aussie held his tongue and waited to speak until Reks settled down and began to mimic his striking form, slowly punching toward the bag without touching it.
It was hard to critique a form that was really only a third of a form, but from what Shepard could tell, Iorek was good at copying the punching motions. The gargoyle still seemed uneasy -- wanting Shep to write him notes on how to throw a punch, for instance -- but he was calming, focusing, ready to try again.
"Tha's a lot better," Shepard said with a nod, stepping up closer to Iorek again. "But I wanna talk to yeh 'bout somethin' before yeh start hitting again. I dunno if you want to be punching this bag without gloves or wrapping, at least --- not if yeh don't know how much your knuckles can take. You can learn how to throw a punch all day long, but if -- well, look."
The Aussie pulled off his glove and lifted his right hand to Iorek, showing the gargoyle the many scars that littered his knuckles.
"See this one?" he said, pointing out a little burst of a scar beside his index finger knuckle. It was old and well-healed but ugly, white and jagged-edged. It was easy to see the pain that must have accompanied its forming. "Bar fight a few years back, yeh? Got into a bit of a rough with a guy, ended up hitting a chair during the fight. Hurt like hell and it's there to stay now." He dropped his hand, already starting to pink from the frozen temperatures, and put back on his waiting glove. "Y'gotta be ready for getting hurt when yer in a fight, Reks, and if yer serious about knowin' how to fight, y'gotta be ready for a lot of pain and the possibility of breakin' yourself. Just how it goes."
His voice had been easy but serious, without any grimness to his tone. He didn't want to add to Iorek's anxiety, just to point out what he saw from the Raevan's actions. Shepard smiled encouragingly at Reks then, a friendly half-grin, dropping his hands and picking up one of Reks'. He turned it over, taking a look at the little scratches that dotted it. "But yer gonna be fine, yeh? Don't put your head in it too much. Just know it'll probably happen at some point. Don't sweat it."
He let go of the Raevan's hand and nodded, his tone becoming thoughtful. "Wish I had some gloves for yeh to learn on, because it's the most dangerous for you at the beginnin', just learning how." He put his tongue over his teeth as he thought, looking back toward his truck. He wanted to help the boy with his reflexes, help him gain confidence on taking and receiving hits.
An idea slowly formed in his head, and he let out a faint 'huh' as he thought.
"Say, you wouldn't mind tryin' out somethin' a bit different, would you?"
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