Teentr/x during their training days AU/HC
Zoey: Oh Celine…I just had the best idea!
Celine, without looking up: Every time you say that sentence, I gain a strand of gray hair.
Zoey: What? That can’t be true.
Celine, sweeping her hair back to reveal a few strands of gray underneath: Then how do you explain these?
Zoey, genuinely puzzled: I don’t know… maybe because you’re old?
Rumi: Oh my god.
Mira: …Wow.
Rumi: She did NOT just...
Celine, slowly setting down her clipboard: …Come again? Did you just called me old?
Zoey: I’m just saying, gray hair usually means—
Mira: She meant experienced.
Rumi: Very experienced. Ancient levels of wisdom.
Celine: Ancient?
Rumi: I— that came out wrong.
Zoey: Wait, why are we pretending she’s not—
Rumi, covering Zoey’s mouth: —Training was great today, Celine! We learned SO much didn't we?
Mira: Yeah. Today was… enlightening.
Celine: Wait. No. How old do you think I am?
Zoey, removing Rumi’s hand from her mouth: Umm…I— you’re— I know this— um...it's f—...okay your face is doing something scary... You know I can’t do math under pressure!
Celine: I'm only 36, Zoey. I shouldn’t have this many gray hairs.
Zoey: That’s still kinda—
Rumi, cutting in: And you look INCREDIBLE!
Mira: Seriously, like jaw-droppingly good.
Zoey: Oh yeah, and you’re aging like fine wine.
Rumi, under her breath: Zoey, please stop mentioning age..
Zoey: What? It’s a compliment. She’s a total silver fox.
Celine, clearing her throat and turning slightly pink: …I’ll let it slide this time.
Celine: However. Zoey go run another 5 laps.
Zoey: What?! Why only ME?!
.
.
.
Rumi: That was close.
Mira: Too close. I was mentally preparing her funeral.
Rumi: …Is she fearless or does she just have zero survival instincts?
Mira: …Both, probably. I can’t decide if I’m proud or terrified.
