𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐋 𝐒𝐖𝐀𝐘 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐂𝐄𝐑𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐆𝐄𝐒; hardly any gym remains open past the dark hours of midnight, but it is that time of the day, exactly, where a mind requires the most stimulation, lest she discharges the built up aggression at the office. Wesker is one of the few who she allows to join her. He is ruthless, unrelenting – and gives her exactly the kind of sparring that she requires to release the weight that builds up on her shoulders. Charcoal eyes spot him on one of the machines as she exits the wardrobe, the bottle of water refilled and comfortably rested in her hand. He notices, she’s certain, but knows also that arrogance appeals to her in a professional manner; her friendship to him is loyal and only occasionally tinted by antagonism. But that is what she expects and what she needs. No friendship prospers without rivalry or violence. Though, at times, she enjoys the softer of banters.
“ Your performance really isn’t at its peak, hm? Already blew off all of your steam earlier? ” Tongue in cheek, the remark as she walks past him to the punchbag. There is a small laugh when he looks at her, the judgement on his features superficial as he responds.
You do not want an answer to that.
Maybe she doesn’t need to, his face already reflects what she assumes to be true and confirms her assumptions in the meantime. Arms stretch over her head, another laugh before she begins to wrap up her hands for her next session. Whether he joins her in the ring, is left up to him. “ You know, I’ve been thinking, ” she begins, grin still tugging on the corners of a mouth though slowly, surely, fading into stoicism. “ Agnes Keen’s begun to distrust me. Perhaps it’s time that Raymond and I sit down and talk about Tom. You think he’d have time for me? ”
@coruptio . source .
