( she doesn't particularly want to be subject to an interrogation, but maybe a fight will help. and maybe Izō will be too distracted by fighting to care about asking. )
( there's a feeling of relief there. fighting this out, doing something to feed the anger still curling in her stomach every time Marc's death hits her round the face like ice water, sounds much better than arguing over text like this. )
good. meet me at off limits.
( it doesn't open this early, so they can use some of the space to fight without having to worry. )
[ izō prefers a physical effort to proper communication any day too. it's a good outlet for anything and for that reason something he should probably do more often. but that would require him to stop being petty about stupid things but he hasn't gotten there yet.
but he does show up at the gym a short while later. she may or may not recognise what he's wearing from when he was in the tournament way back when — it's easier to shed layers like this. him turning his hair long and red is totally a personal choice but he's not accepting constructive criticism nor does he even expect her to care. so... ]
A'ight, y' got me outta bed before seven in th' mornin' so it's a good thing I'm here t' kick yer ass anyway.
( hey, she's the last person who can say anything about long colourful hair. If it was any other time, there might have been a compliment, but Kate...
well. Suffice to say she isn't here. Not mentally, not properly, anyway. When Izō arrives, she's sat in the main gym space of off limits, hopped up on a high wall with her legs crossed, hair loose, and a staff in her lap, her eyes unfocused as they linger on a spot on the opposite wall.
His voice shakes her loose and Kate automatically reaches for the hair tie on her wrist, scraping her hair into a ponytail before she hops down to greet him. )
Fine. Do it, then.
( the steel in her voice sounds different than usual, roughened round the edges by exhaustion which leaves its signature clear on her face in the shape of dark shadows under her eyes.
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... fine. you wanna go fight?
( she doesn't particularly want to be subject to an interrogation, but maybe a fight will help. and maybe Izō will be too distracted by fighting to care about asking. )
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so u wanna fight instead of checkin out for awhile
[ he's just gonna fuss about it instead of letting on that it's all concerning that she would choose fight over anything else. ]
aw fuck fine
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good.
meet me at off limits.
( it doesn't open this early, so they can use some of the space to fight without having to worry. )
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but he does show up at the gym a short while later. she may or may not recognise what he's wearing from when he was in the tournament way back when — it's easier to shed layers like this. him turning his hair long and red is totally a personal choice but he's not accepting constructive criticism nor does he even expect her to care. so... ]
A'ight, y' got me outta bed before seven in th' mornin' so it's a good thing I'm here t' kick yer ass anyway.
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well. Suffice to say she isn't here. Not mentally, not properly, anyway. When Izō arrives, she's sat in the main gym space of off limits, hopped up on a high wall with her legs crossed, hair loose, and a staff in her lap, her eyes unfocused as they linger on a spot on the opposite wall.
His voice shakes her loose and Kate automatically reaches for the hair tie on her wrist, scraping her hair into a ponytail before she hops down to greet him. )
Fine. Do it, then.
( the steel in her voice sounds different than usual, roughened round the edges by exhaustion which leaves its signature clear on her face in the shape of dark shadows under her eyes.
It's whatever. Just fight her, already. )