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[uknowthemullet]

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TFLN for crynological

[uknowthemullet]

[OOC: From here]

Absolutely. Yes. I would very much like to do anything you need me or wold like me to do. Yeah.

[Smooth.]

[crynological]

[Keith. Your thirst.]

Would you like to accompany me in perhaps a friendly spar?
Even I must continue to practice so that I do not grow rusty.
I promise I won't go too hard on you.
You seem like a very capable fighter from what I've seen.

Otherwise I was probably just going to enjoy tea time.
Company would be nice for either or.

[uknowthemullet]

[Is great, yes. Granted, he's how many light years from home and she is a beautiful space princess and he is... good and fighting and flying and not at talking.]

Actually, sparring sounds fun.

[crynological]

Then meet me in the training deck in sixty ticks.
I haven't verily sparred in a bit, so the practice will do me some good.

[uknowthemullet]

I'll be there. And I assume you *don't* want me to take it easy on you.

[crynological]

I would be particularly offended if you think that I need someone to go easy on me!
I assure you that I'll be able to hold my own fine.

[uknowthemullet]

That's what I figured. Okay, see you in a bit.

[crynological]

[Allura is waiting for Keith at the training deck. She's changed into her body suit and she has her hair tied up. It would get in the way if she were to keep it down, after all.

She's mostly just stretching as she waits.]

[uknowthemullet]

[Keith pauses outside of the training deck door, taking a few deep breaths. He doesn't want to admit to himself just how flustered and-- okay, desperate-- he sounded in his texts, but Allura just seems to do that to him.

But sparring is something he can focus on, so he hits the control that slides the doors open and he enters, trying not to notice the way the Princess looks in her uniform.]

Ready to work?

[crynological]

[She's also a bit oblivious. Or maybe that's because she's used to Lance who's just...so blatant.

Please, Keith. She's worn this plenty enough.]

Of course! I thought it would be best if we just did hand-to-hand and no weapons to warm up. Maybe we can practice with weaponry if we go for awhile.

Sorry for the delay. Work/RL stuff.

[uknowthemullet]

[And he has to focus every time she does wear it, not to mention being glad that his own uniform helps things not be quite so obvious.]

Sounds good.

[This he can focus on. Keith lowers into a guard stance and gestures at Allura.] Okay, Princess. Come at me. Show me what you've got.

Take your time buddy!

[crynological]

Don't go easy on me. I cannot get better if I'm treated with gentleness. [Keith, you got it so bad. So, so bad.

She smiles and bows at the other. Her expression quickly turns more serious before she's running at Keith and starts with a roundhouse kick at him.]

[uknowthemullet]

True enough.

[He does indeed, poor dope. But at least once the action starts, his instincts kick in and his mind becomes free to focus on other things.

Keith blocks her kick, then pivots, sweeping his own leg in the direction of Allura's supporting one.] Not bad.

[crynological]

[She quickly does a backflip to put some distance between them and to avoid getting swept. It would be embarrassing to go down so soon.

She's already coming back towards Keith once she's sure her footing is firm.] I, too, have used the training deck of this castle.

[uknowthemullet]

I can see that. [He can feel his focus returning to him and clearing up. Keith is slipping into the zone, his awkward, poor excuse for flirting temporarily forgotten in the heat of combat, even if it was just practice.]

Be careful of getting too fancy, [he warns her] Don't want to be caught off-balance. [Keith lunges at her, twisting left as a feint before striking from the right.]

[crynological]

[She laughs a little and manages to block his attack before she tries to aim a kick to his left.] For some reason, I feel like you're the last person I should be hearing that from.

[Not that he's always particularly flashy or anything, but he does plenty of things he shouldn't do.]

[industria]

[ a surprise text! ]

Jeez, training with you makes me sore.

[uknowthemullet]

[The best surprise!]

Are you sure it was the training?

[industria]

Pretty sure it was the training.

Though the rest of the night on the mats didn't *feel* like training. :)

Sorry for the delay. RL has been stupid. :(

[uknowthemullet]

Definitely a good workout, though.

omg no worries!

[industria]

I know I was definitely sweating by the end of it.

You're really hot when you're fighting.

:)

[uknowthemullet]

Back at you. Although I hope you don't plan on using that "distract my opponent by grabbing his junk and rubbing" technique on anybody but me.

[industria]

Only when I've got you pinned, babe. I like grinding on you when you're already breathless.

[uknowthemullet]

Yeah? But if you do that until it gets you off before me, have you won or lost?

[industria]

I think I'm still winning because that means we have to take care of you.

[uknowthemullet]

Sounds like a win on my side, too. :)

[industria]

When I see you like that, a part of me wants to see how much you like my mouth.

[uknowthemullet]

A lot.

I think.

Maybe you should come over and remind me.

[industria]

Oh yeah? And what do you intend to do with me after that?

[uknowthemullet]

Maybe give you the option of either riding my face or my lap?

[industria]

Why not both?

[uknowthemullet]

Good point. I guess the question is which one first then.

[industria]

Mmm... that's the question, huh.

I think your face first. I love feeling your lips and the vibrations from the noises you make on me.