Characters: AU!Dani, OU!Morty
Where: The Bank (AKA the Dojo)
When: Afternoon
Summary: Go sparring!
Warnings: Sparring, maybe angst, and possible sexual tension?
Dani hadn't actually gotten to seen Morty since her return when she wasn't covered in blood. It'd be good to see him again. So she headed for the dojo, wearing a baggy t-shirt over a tank top and shorts. From what she remembered being an adult around Morty, baggy clothes were better. At least she had clothes now for her human form this time.
Though she really should be training again, the offer of the spar had been a distraction. She couldn't believe she said all that. She didn't want others to worry. She didn't want to say all the things she was insecure and hurt about. By offering Morty the chance to help her 'vent some frustration,' she hoped he'd no longer question her about what was going on at him.
She also hoped he didn't question about the bags under her eyes from the lack of sleep. Well, it wouldn't be her first time fighting while tired. She walked into the dojo, looking around to see if Morty had arrived.