Gym - after classes - 2/10, Tuesday

[new_to_liirness]

Liir stared at the punching bag. The punching bag stared back at him.

He couldn't hit it, wouldn't hit it. What had it done to him, after all? Of course, it could take the hit, would feel nothing, would not be damaged even a scratch, but he couldn't find it in himself to just... hit it. No games, no lies, just aggression.He'd tried once for

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[time_flyer_5]

After the weekend and after classes (and after the hangover finally subsided), Jen headed for the gym with one very singular purpose in mind: pummeling the heavy bag within an inch of its life.

She stowed her gear bag in the corner, went through her stretches, and put on her workout gloves with silent efficiency before moving toward where Liir stood.

"Are you using that?"

[new_to_liirness]

He startled at the other voice and shook his head quickly.

"No," he said with a shake of his head, "I seem... unable to."

He felt almost sick to his stomach with it.

[time_flyer_5]

Jen gave him a curious look, and her voice softened as she asked, "Do you mind if I do?"

[new_to_liirness]

He shook his head, giving her a faintly self-depreciating smile.

"Not in the least," he said, "Goodness knows some use should come from it. Would you mind if I watched?"

Which sounded so odd, but maybe if he did watch. Maybe if he could understand it, get a handle on it, feel it while he had the energy and the focus to really pay attention, maybe he'd get it.