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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He stops, breathing hard and doesn't look at Aeryn as he continues. "I'm fun and sweet, but I'm too much of a boy and it was just a little thing anyway," he grounds out between gritted teeth and then starts hitting the bag again, only harder.

((She broke him.))

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"That's what I thought," he punches the bag extra hard and then looks at Aeryn trying to ignore that she looks like Vala. "I wanted to get her to the clinic but..." The bag swings right back at him and as he isn't paying attention it hits him square on the chest, making him stagger back.

"Son of a bitch," he mutters and throws himself on the bag with more vigor.

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Aeryn stands behind the bag, holding it in place. "You're going to break your hand punching like that."

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He blinks and looks up at her, "how then?"

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She lets go of the punching bag to reposition his hand into a proper fist, then resumes her position as spotter. "Try to keep your arm straight. You go in at that angle and you'll hurt yourself rather than whatever you're hitting."

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He looks unsure from Aeryn to the bag, but then does as she just showed him. It does seem to go easier and it hurts less, but he can't make up his mind if that's a good thing or not. "Like this?"

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"Just like that," she nods, putting more of her weight onto the bag as he hits. "You might want gloves, though."

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"I'm good," he says stubbornly, not pausing as he puts more weight into his punches.

He's quiet for a while, just hitting and working up a rhythm. The cadence is soothing, but his mind won't sit still. "I get that she'd be happier with someone else, but does she have to tell me in the middle of a hallway?"

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"Well. If you're back here tomorrow, then you'll need gloves," she says, holding up one gloved hand.

"She told you there was someone else?"

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"Not just someone else, Dean Bristow." He laughs at himself. "He's a man after all, maybe I was just stupid expecting her to settle for a teenager. God, I need to get drunk."

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"Dean Bristow?" Aeryn repeats, and loosens her grip on the bag just enough to get knocked back a couple steps when it swings back at her. "I'm still clinging to the possessed theory. And don't go to the alcohol. Trust me."

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Cameron waits for a moment for Aeryn to steady the bag again. "Maybe," he responds but he's not sure if it's to the alcohol remark or the possessed theory. He flexes his fists, they're starting to hurt, before punching again.

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Aeryn just holds the bag, which is not easy, as he's hitting hard and still swinging a little wide. She's also not going to make anyone talk if they don't want to.

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He keeps it up for a while longer, but the anger is starting to drain from him and he's getting tired. With a sigh, he pulls back and rubs the sweat from his brow. "Thanks," he says softly."

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She smiles a little. "It's what I'm here for. That and beating teachers."

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Cameron looks over at where Ash is lying on the ground and grins, "nice job."

When he turns his attention back to Aeryn, he frowns slightly. "Look, I know you can totally kick my ass for this and I should probably shut up, but he misses you." He shrugs and looks away.

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"I tried last night, I really did," she says. "I somehow made things worse. So... I don't know. We just have to see how it plays out."

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"We men are complete idiots sometimes. Just knock him over the head," he gives her a small, reassuring smile and sighs. "I think I need to go... not get drunk."


((Translation: bedtime. Sorry. Night!))

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She nods, and lets him leave.

((Night!))

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Aeryn frowns, trying to work this out. "Is it her turn to get possessed, maybe?"