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It was nice to go to the tennis courts.

After moving to Destiny City a few years ago and after she had recovered from her coma, she had discovered this place and had come to it ever since. She had met a few tennis partners over the years, but mostly tended to do pick-up matches or just practice against the wall.

Of course, that had changed a bit recently when she had met Wynne. They had hit it off fairly fast, and Shikora was looking forward to being able to take a break and just play some tennis with her.

It let her get her head out of some of her cases, too. Destiny City was a place that was full of trauma, and though it fulfilled her to dedicate her life to it, it also drained her. Tennis was refreshing, at the very least. It took her out of that place she was in most of the time. It was a break. And though it did leave her tired afterward, it wasn't the same deep exhaustion she felt after a day of her career and, often, patrolling.

Shikora had already taken out her racket and was twirling it in her hand when she strolled up to Wynne. "'Ey!" She grinned, nodding her head towards the indoor courts. "You ready? I've been looking forward to this all week."

She figured that Wynne's answer would be yes, but she still waited for Wynne to proceed first before she would follow in.

"Bad week?" asked Shikora as she walked in, encouragingly, instinctively slipping into something of a therapist mode even if she wasn't in her office.

Fluidly, Shikored moved to her side and dropped her belongings on the opposite side of the court from Wynne. Curiously, she watched as Wynne pursed her lips and twirled her racket, wondering if there was something weighing on her mind. As good as whacking a ball back and forth was for releasing tension, if Wynne wanted to talk, Shikora was open to it. Hell, it might help even more than just popping something back and forth...

You want to serve first?

A simple enough question, and Shikora chuckled. "Of course. Lemme go grab a couple balls."

Shikora returned to her bag, fishing out a few tennis balls and setting most of them to the side of her bag. One of them, though, she tossed up into the air and back into her hand, returning with it.

"Alright. You ready?" She grinned, and once she received confirmation, she threw the ball up into the air and whacked it across the net.

Shikora couldn't help a bit of a cringe when Wynne said things had started well, even if they didn't end that way. "If you want to talk about it?" offered Shikora, warmly, even though she knew this wasn't her practice and Wynne wasn't there for a therapy session.

Even if tennis could be a therapy session of sorts.

Sometimes, it was nice just to have an ear, after all.

(She promised to try not to psychoanalyze her friends unless they wanted it, even if she often instinctively attempted to in her head. Sometimes, she couldn't help it.)

But before long, the question had been turned back around on her, and they were whacking the ball back and forth across the court. "Well, my week?" asked Shikora, bouncing to the right to smack the ball back across to Wynne once more. "Alright!" Her words, now, came as puffed out breaths between jumps, shifts, and smacks as she shifted left, right, forward, and backward, tracking the ball with her eyes. "Nothing unusually draining about work this week!"

The fact that it was draining was, on some level, implied by what she did.

"Zot called yesterday about some nonsense though!" panted Shikora, as she leaned forward to smack the ball across the court once more. "Needs to chill out!"

Shikora respected the maybe later--no need to pry further than was welcomed--and moved right back into the joys and stress relief of a good tennis match.

Just thinking about what Zotsholo had opted to do this time distracted Shikora enough that the tennis ball went flying right by her and bounced before hitting against a wall. Momentarily sidetracked, she let out a hearty laugh, walking over to retrieve the ball.

No big deal.

Once she returned, she went ahead and served it again, not particularly concerned about who should be serving when at the moment. This was just for fun, after all. Fun and stress relief, especially considering what had probably been a bit of an awful week for Wynne--

"I don't know, a bug up his a**?" Shikora snorted, as she tracked where the tennis ball was, figuring out where to position itself for the return. "He apparently decided his agent needed to do a better job of booking endorsement deals. So Zot said he told him so."

She rolled her eyes.

"My other twin filled in that Zot told him so by calling him several rude names and trying to do the job for his agent."

Shikora would continue to entertain Wynne with stories of her twins so long as Wynne would allow her to, respecting the fact that Wynne didn't wish to speak of her troubles. The tennis game was a perfect relief, and it had been just what Shikora needed to forget the troubles of the week.

She was grateful.

When the game ended, they agreed to keep the same time and the same place, an Shikora headed home with a relieved heart.