#training tension

[detective-g-reed-archived]

“…Do we always end up on top of each other?”

Fucking hell.

He stared up at the android in disbelief, his cheeks flaming. This was the last time he'd ever fucking spar with this prick! This was what, the third time Nines pinned him to the mat? It was fucking humiliating, especially after all the shit talking Gavin had done. That was his own fucking fault for challenging a fucking android, but still!

Nines hadn't hurt him, but had definitely proven he was stronger. Gavin would die before admitting it out loud, but he was almost... kind of turned on by it. When he was overpowered like that, yeah... something about it was just... hot. Even if the one pinning him down was a god damn machine.

"Christ, you made your fucking point," he hissed, turning his face away as much as he could manage to try to hide the redness blooming on his cheeks. "Get off."

[spellswordkhint-moved]

Training Tension

After spending months on end in the heat of Ancheim, Khint thanked the Crystals for the coolness of the snow. It was refreshing, really, and part of the reason he had come to Eternia. When Braev had sent a message to the merchantry for a representative to come and give a status report, he'd jumped at the opportunity, pushing Profiteur out of the way. Any break from work and his employers was a crystal-send, and to be frank, there was business he wanted to attend to in Eternia.

He'd been told that Braev was out to business, and that he was free to stay at central command as long as he pleased. He'd been given a guest room, and instructions on when dinner was. Apparently Braev would be back the next day.

...Khint was a little disappointed. He'd wanted to see Braev for all this time, and the man was out. Well, at least he had time to relax.

Or to train, because he would rather do that. At least he remembered where the training rooms were after all this time...