"Well, hello there, aren't you just a pretty little thing." The smirk was practically written all over the woman's tone as she stopped her newest victim in the hallway. She was an older woman who appeared to be in her late thirties, with a few wrinkles around her eyes-- laughter lines she would have called them --and obviously not as young as half
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Both mother and daughter looked confused for a moment, Kata snapping out of it first and giving a small laugh before clapping her daughter on the shoulder. "At least you had some taste with this one!" She proclaimed. Pasha merely yelped at the whack, snapping out of her confusion. Oh. Well...that was weird. He obviously hadn't realized how often Kata liked to steal her boyfriends and girlfriends. "Very nice to meet you also, Lyon, and please just call me Kata." She smiled smoothly, kissing him on the cheek, which wouldn't be a gesture out of place back home, but here it was a little more overt then usual.
It was only the thought of loosing precious braincells that kept Pasha from banging her head off the wall, why on Earth had she been stuck with a mother like this? This was going to be...vaugely mortifying.
[ooc: Yep, she's a completely average human being. Heee, yes, it as deliberate, I though you'd like that XD]
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"Only the best for your daughter, Mrs., uh, Kata," Lyon replied boastfully, turning his grin on Pasha. "You'd never accept any less, right sweetheart?" Looking back at Kata, Lyon put on his best parent-friendly face and added, "I'll bet she got that from you Kata, just like her looks and her brains." He worried briefly that he was laying it on a bit thick, but his head hurt so much that all he could really do for the moment was wing it.
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"I must have grown and changed a lot in the last four years." Came her clipped reply. She hated it when her mother called her that. Only Papa had ever been allowed to call her that, even hearing his old nickname for her stung. It had been born from one day when Andrei Chekov had been reading his daughter a story and she had complained about the ducking having to change into the beautiful swan, claiming if it had been smart enough to survive on it's own then it didn't need to be pretty and it didn't need the mean swans. She could feel herself getting angry and upset, Pasha couldn't deal with being around this woman, she made her feel like a child again after she had work so hard and for so long.
Pasha let the memories of the past slip away, trying to focus on just not running and crying. Chekovs didn't cry. Papa had said that to her and it still rang true. Officers didn't cry either. "Mother. If you do not mind, I will take my leawe now. Stay in good health." It was all she could bear to say to her, there was no hugging, no proper goodbye and little love between the pair as Pasha turned on her heel, her hand on Lyon's wrist.
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"It was nice to meet you Kata," Lyon called back with false cheerfulness. He then turned away and spoke in a voice meant only for Pasha's ears. "Man, and I thought my parents were annoying. Is your mom always like that?" Even he thought it was cruel to steal someone's else girlfriend, and having your mother be the one to do it only made things worse.
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"Sorry about...all that as well." She waved an awkward hand. This wasn't something she usually brought into situations like this. Pasha ran a hand through her hair with a sigh, she hated the Kata situation at the best of times, but when people she knew got dragged into it, it was just irritating.
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"It's okay. It wasn't so bad really," Lyon assured Pasha. "Besides, I'm sure you can think of a way to make it up to me if you put your brilliant mind to it." He let the innuendo hang in the air as moved in closer to Pasha with a lascivious smile. With his headache slowly subsiding Lyon was starting to feel like himself again, and since he wasn't going to be sleeping with Kata he decided that there was no reason why he couldn't sleep with her daughter instead.
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Pasha needed to fight something, she could tell that much, or at least run it all off. She raked her brunette curls back from her face, quickly and efficiently pulling them into a high ponytail on the back of her head so she wouldn't be irritated by the hair flickering around her face once she found something to take out her anger on.
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"You wanna go down to the gym and blow off some steam? It's been a while since we last sparred." Even if he couldn't do what he liked best with Pasha he was still up for doing his second favorite thing with her - spar.
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"That would be good." She agreed. And hopefully it wouldn't end in her shooting something or someone, because really it wasn't good to go about shooting people, it could give a girl a bad reputation. And if she was correct- and it was rare that she wasn't the gym was close by. "It is nearby I believe." She noted, gesturing for Lyon to follow her, there was no point in holding onto his hand now even though she knew that was what she would have done with her friends back home the people of the West of Earth generally tended to take it the wrong way. Pasha quickly enough lead them both to the Gym, slipping inside.
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"Alright, I'll meet you on the mat in five minutes," he said as they entered the gym. He turned to Pasha with an impish grin and added, "Unless you want to watch me get changed?"
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It seemed the hotel was being kind enough to actually not mess about with her too much while she was in the foul mood she was in. It had even left proper clothing, although tighter then she usually favoured it was better then she could have hoped for, just a simple black vest shirt and a pair of gym shorts, not unlike the ones she used to wear in hand-to-hand training. Folding her clothes neatly as ever she went back into the main gym, adjusting her ponytail once again and moving over to the mat.
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"Ready?" Lyon asked with an air of casual nonchalance as he settled into a defensive stance. He watched Pasha closely but made no move to strike first, figuring she'd probably prefer to start things off.
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