[you know, there's a dojo and Makoto is just staring outside of it-- nervous, but furious.
She just wants to hit something, anything, and the punching bags would be a good thing, but they're... near the anti-gravity room. And she can't make herself go inside.]
[ He's been determined to keep his anger under control...
Nevermind that his idea of keeping it under control is more or less just shoving it all down, rather than actually venting it in some way. It's fine. ]
Pretty sure that's everyone's opinion of this place, by now.
You know, we could see if that room with all the pillows is being used. If we move everything out of the way, that place is probably better for avoiding breaking stuff.
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She just wants to hit something, anything, and the punching bags would be a good thing, but they're... near the anti-gravity room. And she can't make herself go inside.]
I fucking hate this.
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Nevermind that his idea of keeping it under control is more or less just shoving it all down, rather than actually venting it in some way. It's fine. ]
Pretty sure that's everyone's opinion of this place, by now.
[ Hi, he's hanging out nearby, as well, now. ]
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at least, she can't see any new bruises this time?]
I'm sure. I just wish there was a way to vent our frustration, without actually hurting the resort.
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There is.
[ It's said without hesitation, though there's a brief one before the next part - he did... promise to take it easy, but... eh. ]
Sparring helped me, anyway.
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[she looks at the dojo.]
... I don't want to go in there.
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There are other places we could go.
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[she's absolutely willing to fight.]
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What do you prefer fighting with?
[ Also— ]
You know, we could see if that room with all the pillows is being used. If we move everything out of the way, that place is probably better for avoiding breaking stuff.