The Salle, Sunday Morning

[wrongkindofsith]

Normally, Cara trained either in her room or some secluded corner of the preserves, but after the truly wonderful night she'd had last night, this morning she couldn't stand the one and didn't have the patience to find the other

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[redandblueblur]

Sometimes it was like Clark had a sixth sense when it came to finding his friends. Today he certainly wasn't complaining about finding Cara working out in the Salle.

Looking around the room, it reminded him of Lex - minus the fencing mask and training sword, naturally. Clark hung out in the doorway, watching and waiting for her to give a sign that he was welcome.

[wrongkindofsith]

Mornings like these, Cara really only had two reasons to want to interact with other people, but since one of those two did tend to involve Clark...

She stepped back from a lunge into a resting stance, agiels hanging by her sides, and acknowledged him with a nod. "Clark."

[redandblueblur]

"You seem to be working out some serious aggression," Clark said, stepping inside with a smile. "Think it's safe for me in here?"

[wrongkindofsith]

"I don't bite," Cara replied, as she slipped her agiels back into their holster, too on edge to return the smile yet. "Not in public, anyway."

[notlikejack]

Bobby hadn't really spent much time in his room last night after backing away very quietly from his roommate who didn't seem to be having the best night. So he was exploring the parts of the school he hadn't got to yet.

When he pushed the door open, his eyes lit up at seeing his friend Cara but he managed to sty quiet as she went through her forms because even Bobby realised distracting someone like that could be bad.

[wrongkindofsith]

Very bad, even when Cara wasn't in a mood.

Eventually she did need to pause between forms to catch her breath though. "Bobby."

[notlikejack]

"That is so cool!" he said excitedly. "Is that, like, karate?"

[wrongkindofsith]

"What's karate?" That would be a no, then.