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Super Calisthenics
Post-series
Thump. "Ow."
Kennedy winced as she kneeled by the undignified Willow-heap in front of the bedroom mirror, helped her on her feet and kissed the top of her head. "Are you OK?"
"Hey, it takes more than a bump on the brainpan to -" Willow almost keeled over, but Kennedy held her up. "Woah. Head rush. No fair, those one-handed hand stands look so easy when you do 'em."
"On the other hand, I don't levitate every morning like some people."
"Promise you'll wear a helmet if you try? 'Cause... OW."
"And a parachute. Let me get you an icepack."
Post-series
Thump. "Ow."
Kennedy winced as she kneeled by the undignified Willow-heap in front of the bedroom mirror, helped her on her feet and kissed the top of her head. "Are you OK?"
"Hey, it takes more than a bump on the brainpan to -" Willow almost keeled over, but Kennedy held her up. "Woah. Head rush. No fair, those one-handed hand stands look so easy when you do 'em."
"On the other hand, I don't levitate every morning like some people."
"Promise you'll wear a helmet if you try? 'Cause... OW."
"And a parachute. Let me get you an icepack."