Well then. If that’s your preferred relaxation mode, then by all means. But I’m not going to be the one to knock you out into coma.
Trust me, hon, getting me into one isn’t that hard. The harder part is actually getting me out of the coma. Waking me up before noon is hard enough. I think it would take a miracle to get me out of a coma.
I can’t even go 10 feet near the training room, because of my injuries. Even though I’m out of the hospital, I still really fucking hurt.
Injuries? What the fuck happened while I was on probation?!
Well, not exactly “no-excercise”, but less excercise. Mostly power practise.
I’m Kathryn, by the way. Kathryn Perry.
Any situation where I get more food than exercise is preferable.
Oh hey, *adopts James Bond voice* I’m Skyler. Skyler Malcolm. Double-0-epic fail.
Ooooo that sounds really tough. I understand how you feel though ever since the kidnapping incident, training has been like tougher than ever.
I am so tired…
Kidnapping? What the hell happened while I was gone and what’s with all this kidnapping business?
See, times like this I’m glad I’m a strategist.
Holy shit are you saying there’s a ‘no-excercise-required’ option at this place!?!
Noted, thanks. A hot bath and eating some comfort food might make you feel better.
Yeah, that sounds good…then again a coma sounds pretty good too…
I frickin’ hate bench-press—100% would not recommend.
To be completely honest, I have a very hard time coming up with insults - especially to you. [laughs] I’m glad I have you as my mission partner, Sky, always thinking about food. I swear, we probably would have starved a couple times if it weren’t for you. [takes her hand] Come on, before the sun starts to set.
[looks up at Nick] That’s good because I find compliments so much more enjoyable. You know what, I’m liking this Skyler-talk, let’s have a compliment fest. [tightens her grip on his hand] So, uh, how exactly do we avoid me plummeting to my death?
Golden-hair-and-perfect-teeth? Those sound like godly-like features to me, Skyler Malcolm. Now come on, how about that exclusive sunset view?
Don’t you go jumping to conclusions, Mr. Hephaestus. Just cos you get one compliment doesn’t mean I don’t have a payload of insults to come. Oh hold on [grabs two funnel cakes while the vender isn’t looking, and tosses a few dollars vaguely in the direction of the booth] Don’t wanna go hungry up there.
I— oh! That’s very generous of you and— oh, you don’t look like you’re joking at all. I couldn’t possibly accept that offer, but thank you.
I dont think you’re getting me, sweetie…they’re actually all yours…I’m throwing them out tomorrow so they might as well have them.