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Who: Anybody.
When: Day 2, Noon.
Where: Anywhere.
What:

[How are you occupying your time between rounds?]

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Ain't here for any murderings, kid.

[ still not getting off shinichi just yet, tho ]

Just a plain ol' punch to the face.

[. . . RELIEF. his shoulder slump as the tension evaporates]

Is that it?

Then by all means, punch him in the face as much as you want.

Lemme rephrase my earlier statement: I ain't touchin' him at all. Nor you, for that matter.

-- what? Why? I'm not fragile, I can handle a punch.

Did someone ask you not to or something?

[ Snorts. ]

No, and it's got nothin' to do with your sturdiness. Call it a personal preference an' leave it at that.

[both eyebrows shoot up]

We don't even know each other.

Said to leave it, didn't I?

[ rolls her shoulders back in a shrug. ]

Name's Dash.

. . . Kit.

[now he's eyeing her critically]

[ Cocks an eyebrow at him, totally nonchalant ]

Nice t'meet'cha, Kit.

[ ... and finally hopping off Shinichi lol. SHE HAS ... mutilated her uniform into shorts and a midriff shirt, but is at least wearing the full utility belt. she totally looks like the kind of woman who might wrestle a dinosaur for fun and win ]

. . .

[which means this next decision is probably a stupid one because she'll kick his ass ten ways to Tuesday but]

[totally attempting to punch her in the face now]

[ WELL ]

[ idk kaito do you like being on your knees with one arm twisted behind your back ]

Oi ...

[NO THIS IS SOMEWHAT UNCOMFORTABLE]

[but she's only got one arm, which means he can twist around said arm while on his knees to face her and take another swing at her]

[the movement is a little painful tho]

[ That might have worked, if Dash wasn't so adept at casually shifting herself to stay at his back.

... fortunately for his wrist, she smoothly adjusts her grip at both his movements and her own; it's not painless, it aches , but it's nowhere close to the sharp agony of a bone close to breaking. ]

Can't say I fault ya, but all the same, I gotta advise against takin' swings at Vulps.

[well that at least is nice. He's trying to goad a punch out of her, not a broken arm]

[his reply is somewhat cheeky, though also a but strained since. . . you know. She has him pinned]

I've never been very good at doing what was advised.

[squirming a bit to break her grip]

[ doesn't budge. she's a strong as she looks. ]

Why are you so keen on takin' the punch?

[ IS IT REALLY SO HARD FOR YOU TO RESPECT MY WISHES GODSDAMNIT ]

[gd you people stronger than he is]

Who said that's what I'm trying to accomplish here?

[ You can practically hear the raised eyebrows ]

Gonna give ya one chance for a straight answer before I find someone else to punch.

[:I!]

Because you're the one not giving me straight answers.

Y'are aware that makes no sense, right?

Most people'd be pretty damn happy to hear I don't wanna punch 'em.

You're saying that like I want to be punched. You're missing the point!

[still struggling]

I've never met you before now, and yet I'm supposedly "off limits" for some reason you won't elaborate on. You can't blame me for wanting to know-- nor can you blame me for being willing to take a punishment for the sake of the team.

[ STILL HOLDING ON plz don't accidentally make me snap your wrist, Kit ]

... You look a li'l like somebody I used to know.

[HE'S BEING CAREFUL]

. . . I take it you don't mean Kudo.

Don't mean anybody you might know.

Jinx?

[just a shot in the dark, here]

Hah. No. Like I said, kid—they're nobody you'd know.

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