the gym; monday afternoon

[flickofawrist]

After a long weekend, Flick felt like the gym was a necessity. After how said long weekend had gone, it had become imperative. He'd been in there each day and today was no different. Wasn't like he had anything else to do today, was it? Maybe it was good that he was down there since he'd just gotten progressively moodier as each day passed

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[seveninchmotto]

Oh, great.

Isabelle supposed she should have seen this one coming. They did both have an alarming love of the gym, especially after annoying and aggravating events. But she'd somehow expected to find it empty, now that she'd made her way down with her hip and an array of knives.

Still, she marched into the room without hesitation.

[flickofawrist]

Flick spared her a quick look when he heard someone march in and did nothing else. One quick look and then he was back to doing what he was doing, ignoring everything but his simmering anger and the bag in front of him.

[seveninchmotto]

Isabelle ignored him right back, like a mature person. She headed for the practice dummies, and set some of her knives aside on the floor.

Before running through a few drills that ended in stabbing a dummy in the chest with considerable force.

[flickofawrist]

Such a mature show going on here, wasn't it? Flick wiped some sweat off his brow and kept going, fingers connecting harshly with the bag and pushing every other sound out of his head for the time being.

Focus. Focus.