So tired…

missallison-puckerman:

[She got out of the car and pulled her purse onto her shoulder.] Ok. [She went to the changing room and got dressed. She found her way to block a and pulled her hair up into a ponytail.]

[He went into the boys changing room and changed into a pair of shorts, ditching his shirt before heading back out. He held up some wrist tape, taping up his hands before motioning for her to hold out her own.] It’s better for your hands if you tape ‘em up, that’ll make them hurt less on impact. And watch your thumb— if you tuck it under, you can end up breaking it.

So tired…

missallison-puckerman:

No…no. I definitely don’t want crushed toes. [She shook her head and laughed.] Ok…I guess I could do that.

It feels good. [He pulled up outside of the warehouse, grabbing his gym bag out of the backseat before getting out of the car.] Change rooms are down the hall on the left, if you want to get changed. Meet me in block A.

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So tired…

missallison-puckerman:

Oh Yay. No crushed toes now. [She art her bag on the floor and leaned back in her seat.] So. What’s the plan?

Unless you want your toes crushed. If so, that’s your damage. [He smirked, turning the car towards downtown.] Figured I’d teach you how to throw a punch. You’re tiny… and every girl should know how to throw one. That, and I need to get a workout in.

So tired…

missallison-puckerman:

[She rifled through her bag.] I actually still have my sneakers on here from P.E. today. Why?

You might get your toes crushed otherwise.

So tired…

missallison-puckerman:

[ She looked out her window and waved. She grabbed her purse, slipped on her flip flops and ran down the stairs. She locked the door behind her and walked over to the car.] Hey. Nice car. [She slipped into the passenger seat.]

It’ll do. [He shrugged, turning the radio back up, as he pulled back onto the road.] Do you have any other shoes?

So tired…

missallison-puckerman:

I’ll text you directions.

[He plugged her address into the gps, pulling up a few minutes later. The top was down on the convertible and he flipped his sunglasses up as he looked over at the house and honked the horn.]

So tired…

missallison-puckerman:

Alright. I’m on my last page, anyway. Could you pick me up? 5 minutes?

I can do that. Where do you live?

So tired…

missallison-puckerman:

I suppose…I’ll think about it. What did you have in mind?

I’m going down to the training arena. You should come. 

So tired…

missallison-puckerman:

What is my motivation?

Not everything in life needs motivation.

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