After taking a little bit of a beating - and, technically, a bullet - the other night, Bruce spent Friday resting up. But now that it was Saturday, it was back to work
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"Picturing anyone specific?" Kate wondered. You would think Saturday morning, the gym would be a ghost town. Not so, when there were nuts like these two around.
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"Me either," she had to admit, wandering into the room proper. "People here aren't as frustrating as at home."
Possibly she was all the calmer for time away from her own world, and since her father's death. The angry issues had been carefully schooled away behind a veneer of sarcasm.
Bruce got in one last punch before taking a step back and giving Kate a smirk. "And then there's those of us who haven't learned to avoid you yet. I think we're getting the better part of the bargain."
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[[I was meaning to reply to this at like 10am and THINGS CONSPIRED. So you get her now.]]
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After a moment he added, "Nobody in Fandom, though. Fortunately, our classmates don't usually drive me to the punching bag."
[I never did trust things. They're very suspicious.]
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Possibly she was all the calmer for time away from her own world, and since her father's death. The angry issues had been carefully schooled away behind a veneer of sarcasm.
"Or they just know to avoid me."
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