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Despite classes and everything of their ilk, Arthur still had entirely too much time on his hands most days. Especially now. When he wasn't out hunting or frustrating blessing the student body with his presence, he liked to spend it either in the salle, or here, making sure his body was trained down to the nines for anything. Even if there wasn't anything to fight right now.
It was also blissfully mindless. More things about this time should be as comforting as pounding your frustration into a bag - or channeling it into the lift of some weights.
Well, in theory it was always comforting, anyway. Still, beggars couldn't be choosers. (Maybe he should just find Morgana and start a fight; that was always good for his nerves)
Francine was all for blissfully mindless. Not that she was, currently. She'd just love to be, instead of seeing the entire gym through a haze of red -- or really just the part of the gym she was heading for. If she'd bothered to look around the whole place instead of just making a beeline for the full-size punching bags, she'd probably have spat out something incoherent, watched her vision go purple, turned on her heel and left.
As it was, though, she just tossed her bag at the nearest wall, kicked her shoes off, and ( started punching )
[OOC: To be continued in comments! *provides more popcorn* And, hell, open to OOC if anyone's got any. Contents NFB, but that they talked is OK for broadcast ]
It was also blissfully mindless. More things about this time should be as comforting as pounding your frustration into a bag - or channeling it into the lift of some weights.
Well, in theory it was always comforting, anyway. Still, beggars couldn't be choosers. (Maybe he should just find Morgana and start a fight; that was always good for his nerves)
Francine was all for blissfully mindless. Not that she was, currently. She'd just love to be, instead of seeing the entire gym through a haze of red -- or really just the part of the gym she was heading for. If she'd bothered to look around the whole place instead of just making a beeline for the full-size punching bags, she'd probably have spat out something incoherent, watched her vision go purple, turned on her heel and left.
As it was, though, she just tossed her bag at the nearest wall, kicked her shoes off, and ( started punching )
[OOC: To be continued in comments! *provides more popcorn* And, hell, open to OOC if anyone's got any. Contents NFB, but that they talked is OK for broadcast ]
