How Tragic

[grandtheftmecha]

[Katina is in the gym after a good workout - the hours she happened to make time for left the gym almost completely to herself. So, she doesn't have to worry so much about someone catching her looking at herself in one of the mirrors, sweaty and in a sports bra and shorts. Hair... as rough as usual. Skin too.

...she looks around left, right and sees... no one watching. Good. She sighs, and pinches her side. There is something to pinch, and she frowns, even if it's still far better than most women nearing thirty.]

Should I cut back on the beer... or...

Comments

[grandtheftmecha.livejournal.com]

C'mon, aren't you some kinda funny guy? Crack a joke!

[wetnoodleguy.livejournal.com]

But I don't want to get brutally murdered! I still have so much to live for!

[grandtheftmecha.livejournal.com]

Trust me, if I was gonna kill you I'd do it either way.

[wetnoodleguy.livejournal.com]

*Tasuku gets up. Why he didn't do it sooner, I don't even.*

Okay... So, what're you doing here anyway? Training after your magic act?

[grandtheftmecha.livejournal.com]

Just the usu... magic act?

[wetnoodleguy.livejournal.com]

You know, when you make all those bottles of beer disappear!

[grandtheftmecha.livejournal.com]

[Katina makes a... really weird strangled noise, like some kind of strange animal.]

[wetnoodleguy.livejournal.com]

Lieutenant...? Is something wrong? Did you get something stuck in your throat...? Maybe I should start running away now...

[grandtheftmecha.livejournal.com]

Just. Go. Now.

[wetnoodleguy.livejournal.com]

Good luck with your training regimeeeeeeee!

*And there he goes! It seems that all the exercises that were forced upon Tasuku gave some result, because he can move fast when he really wants to. Okay, relatively fast.*

[grandtheftmecha.livejournal.com]

...not bad.