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[a_naked_flame]

Dear Fred,

Murder, mayhem and mistletoe.

Yeah, glad to see this place is back on track to making no sense whatsoever.

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[ladys_grace]

...I don't really mind the mistletoe though.

[a_naked_flame]

You don't?

Huh.

Guess it beats nothing growing around here. Still, don't get caught under it with some weird guy.

[ladys_grace]

No... I think they're kind of pretty except for the zapping and burning part.

I'll be careful.

[a_naked_flame]

Alright, I'll leave the stuff alone then.

I know. You're smart about that sorta thing.

[ooc: OH YOU KNOW HE'S GOING TO 'ACCIDENTALLY' BUMP INTO HER UNDER THE STUFF.]

[ladys_grace]

Mmm, that's probably for the best. It has to go away by itself sooner or later and I don't want you to get hurt.

[ooc: OH I WAS HOPING FOR THAT~]

[a_naked_flame]

Or it'll hang around. If it gets too bad, I'll prune it.

[ooc: care for a commentlog? :3]

[ladys_grace]

Maybe... it's all right now so just leave it alone, ok?

[ooc: yes please~]

[COMMENTLOG]

[a_naked_flame]

[He sets down the communicator and stands, stretching his long limbs. In the sweater and dusty, moth-eaten jeans, Killer didn't cut quite such an imposing figure. He'd even put on a bit of weight so that much of the gaunt, starved look had faded. He still looked like he was in perpetual need of a shave though and the red of his hair and yellow of his eyes made him retain much of his wild look.

Running a hand through his shaggy hair, he strode over to the bedroom door and knocked.

"You in there doll? Wanna do a bit of training?"

[COMMENTLOG]

[ladys_grace]

[Grace sits curled up on the bed, feet pulled up under her in order to keep them warm. She's still bundled up in the sweater he gave her after Halloween - to be honest she barely takes it off except to wash it.]

"Yeah, sure!"

[She quickly scrambles off the bed, leaving the communicator behind.]

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[a_naked_flame]

[He's a little taken aback by the enthusiasm, as he was still getting used to this side of Lady. Nonetheless when Grace emerges, the feeling of relief is the same. There was no difference to him, Grace and Lady were one in the same.]

"Geez you're energetic about getting a chance to knife me."

[It's more teasing than serious, his tone of voice light as one knife slides out his sleeve and he catches it by the blade. Handing it to Grace handle-first, he grins.]

"Gonna start simple and work our way up. Gonna teach you how to block and dodge unfriendly attacks, and break through a guys defenses."

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[ladys_grace]

[She laughs, before gingerly grabbing the knife by the handle. She's still not really comfortable around weapons, it's unfamiliar territory and her past experience has been less than positive. Still, she wants to learn. Wants to at least stand a chance until she's able to defend herself properly.]

"Mmm, ok. That sounds good."

[Tightening her grip around the handle she looks up at him with a determined expression.]

"Ready when you are."

[COMMENTLOG]

[a_naked_flame]

[Of all the things Killer owned, the knives were the only thing that seemed incredibly expensive. The things were custom made, and sharp as razors. He'd been using them since he was sixteen and he'd found after Lady had kissed him, they conducted the Malice as well as he did. The knives were as much a part of Killer as his fingers or eyes now, and he would never part with them. It was probably lost on Grace what volumes Killer letting her even touch one of his precious knives spoke.]

"Alright, first of all, you want to make sure the blade is in your dominant hand. Best places to go for on your opponent ain't his chest or stomach since those are easy to defend, but the throat, hands or thighs. You ain't fighting to kill unless you have to, 'cuz it's more trouble than it's worth. Thighs are the best 'cuz they can't chase you too good if you just ripped up a leg muscle and they're more fussed about stopping the bleeding."

[He lets her take this in as he gets in a stance]

"Now, I want you to come at me."

[COMMENTLOG] sorry for the delay, my net died DX

[ladys_grace]

[She listens, hanging on his every word. This is important, not for her own safety but rather because he is the one saying it. In the past few months she's grown to trust him more than anyone else including her own brother. Killer is honest, he doesn't hide or distort the truth. When she's with him even the biggest problems melts away into nothing - everything can be solved and nothing really matters.

A short nod to show that she understood before Grace slips into a stance of her own - strangely familiar- taking her time to prepare herself before she lunges for him.

No hesitation. She trusts him, knows he'll be able to dodge or block whatever she can throw at him.]

[COMMENTLOG] PFFT DON'T WORRY BB ;A;

[a_naked_flame]

[Killer is able to deflect her attacks but he moves slower than usual so she can pick up on good blocks and ways to dodge]

"You're doing good, keep your guard up though."

[He encourages her as they move around the living room, the sound of metal on metal as they lock blades.]

"Pay attention to the way I'm blocking. You want to be able to break through me de-"

[He comes to a sudden halt as he spies a hint of white and green above him, catching Lady in her onslaught]

"Sunnuva... I forgot that was there."

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[ladys_grace]

[She stumbles a bit, surprised by the sudden stop in his movements. Steadying herself against his arm she looks up to see what it was that caught his eye.]

"...oh."

[Well. This is... awkward. Grace isn't entirely sure how she feels about this turn of events - on one hand it practically unavoidable with all this mistletoe around. No ones fault really, these things happen.

But on the other hand...she isn't entirely sure whether she should curse or thank the plants.]

[COMMENTLOG]

[a_naked_flame]

[Well, there were worse situations to be stuck in, but still. This was incredibly awkward, even by Killer's standards.

He looked up at the mistletoe, before looking back at Grace and shrugging.]

"You mind, doll?"