The gym, Thursday afternoon

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Aeryn has been spending a lot of time at the gym this week, which isn't out of the ordinary, but she doesn't like the reasoning behind it. She doesn't want to be frustrated, but Crichton frelling brings it out of her. Yesterday resulted in bruised and scraped knuckles, so today she's wearing gloves as she beats on the punching bag.

He wants to help? Fine. Except he's not frelling helping.


(OOC: Feel free to antagonize/cheer her up. Either one might make her feel better and if she gets any more emo on me, I swear to god she's ending up strapped to something at the bottom of a large body of water.)

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Aeryn grunts something in response, getting a few more hits in on the bag at the mere mention. "Besides the sex, is there a reason for this whole dating thing that I'm missing?"

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Parker steadies her back for a second, thinking, then shrugs. "Status. And if they're not morons, a slightly different perspective. Interesting, sometimes." Side-kick. "Otherwise? Not that I've seen."

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"And I don't care about status, and I already have too many perspectives around, so..."

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"Yeah, you're left with the sex. And sometimes they're *not* worth that." Parker punches, blocks, punches, then kicks. "Sorry, Sun."

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Aeryn almost says something, but closes her mouth again. She's not saying a single word about her sex life if she ever expects John to speak to her. Good, bad, doesn't matter, she's not chancing it.

She settles for a noise something between a groan and a whimper and starts pounding on the bag again.