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Sandbags AND Windbags

Added 2024-04-13 21:34:13 +0000 UTC

"Oh won'tcha look at that, this gym has both..." Syndra growled. Her rumbling was luckily quieted by the detective's rambling, and she quickly allowed her lips to curl--silencing it completely as she watched him prattle on about "Leftpaw's" legacy.

He certainly seemed to know what he was talking about, anyway. She could listen, but she found it a bit more fun to mutter snide remarks at him in the hopes he'd hear her.

Talk was cheap, and if he really wanted to show her how it was done. He'd fight her here and now. He was already dressed-- or undressed, for it. Or was he just showing off?

Paris looked down at his gorgeous trainee and felt his smile widen as he noticed her own. And what was that?? Was she purring?

The wolf inhaled sharply. He could practically feel the ego welling up in his chest. He playfully flexed his bicep back at her adoring ambers.

Of course, she was absolutely enthralled with his stories. They were practically bursting with good advice, and with her awkward stances and weird motions, she'd need every bit of it. Anybody could bust up a punchin' bag. It was child's play.

Still, Syndra was certainly a sight when she reared up like that. So proud and confident. Why not pay a compliment to the lovely lady's success?

"Hey Snow. Did I ever tell you about my sandbag count?"