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Hm? Nope?

[Easily as that (he doesn't even mind since she's fine now), though he does add in a teasing voice:] Except I might want my sweater back eventually.

If you're up for a later training session, I'll bring it with me and you can strip me out of it.

[ Yep, she's feeling better. ]

[Pff-- the melodious sound of a splutter.]

I'm-- a later training session's fine with me. [Ahem.]

[ ... So dignified. ]

Then I'm gonna head out now!

[ click. OKAY SHE KIND OF NEEDS TO GET SOME PENT-UP STUFF OUT. ]

[The picture of dignity.

But all righty, he'll kinda put the CereVice away and head off too to their usual place for training. TIME TO GO AND WAIT FOR YANG...]

[ It won't take long before she's jogging up, clad in his hoodie-- and holding her arms up to either side, expectantly. Because she knows he can sense emotions, she'd made sure not to sleep until she'd scolded herself out of the guilt and the confusion. Right now, she's just happy to see him and eager to sweat. ]

Okay, all yours. [ Unzip her. ]

[--she really plans on having him upzip her out of it. Naoki looks at her for a long moment, shaking his head as he walks closer. Okay, nope, no big deal, it's Yang, Naoki, what're you getting embarrassed for now.

He holds at the collar loosely with one hand and unzips it with the other.] You could've just taken it along instead of wearing it here, you know.

[ But then she wouldn't be able to tease him. Also: ] It's really comfy, I couldn't help it.

[ Once unzipped, though, she'll pull her arms free. ]

[He tugs the hoodie off completely, folding it up and glancing around for a place to drop it until they're finished training.]

Well, I guess I'm glad you like my taste in sweaters.

If I wear 'em, you can't. [ but she brings her arms up in a more fighting-ready position, lifting an eyebrow in a silent challenge. ]

[Naoki glances over at Yang in her ready posture... nope, he's going to very casually lay his sweater down, taking his time and moving to a good spot. And then he'll cock his head with an inviting smile.

Bring it on, Yang.]

[ You and your silent sass-- but since he's inviting her to make the first move, she'll take it, kicking herself into a level of speed that she doesn't typically show until later in the session.

But it may be fairly obvious as she moves to slam a fist at his abdomen that she had a long, frustrating night. ]

[It does strike him as a little odd--when they've trained together for this long, he's gotten more accustomed to her habits, her style, what may be her more weak places.]

Mmf-- [His posture changes, foot sliding back to brace himself, his hands moving; he's planning to catch at her arm, use her momentum to send her in another direction.]

[ She sees his hands move, and instantly, so does she, ducking in low, grabbing at his arm as she twists and places her back to him to aim an elbow instead.

Today, she's not aiming to use her gauntlets until he makes it necessary. ]

[The elbow hits, slamming against his midsection and Naoki grunts; she's not hesitating to get right in close and personal today. Well, then, he'll avoid using his abilities aside from fists, too.

The arm she grabbed twists in her grip at the same time a leg moves, to catch her ankle and pull, and to knock his knee into the back of hers.]

[ Down Yang goes, releasing his arm to catch herself on her palms-- and kick up at his chin before she can get back to her feet. So he's willing to dance with her today, huh? ]

[It's a narrow escape-- he feels her boot lightly clip his chin as he jumps back, but the second she's on her feet he's moving in, a hand moving in a tight swing at her right, the other braced to his left in case he needs it.]

[ Training with Naoki is a lesson in speed. He's not slow, by any means, and she has to keep moving if she wants to avoid getting hit. Or sacrifice minor comfort.

... Which she'll do this time as his hand connects, and she winces-- but at the same time, she curls her fingers into a palm heel at his chin, moving in closer to try and hook her foot around his leg and yank. ]

[Left hand jerking forward to shield his face, Naoki's eyes catch on the movement of her leg, sharply, so he shifts his weight to the other foot, lifting the other one up, over that foot of hers trying to trip him up. He's moving his knee right at her midsection this time.

He doesn't like balancing on one foot usually, but it beats being snagged up by her!!]

[ You look ridiculous, bro-- and Yang quickly jerks an arm down, to catch his knee against it-- and throws her shoulder (as well as the rest of herself) against him. Go down, damn you. ]

Gah-- [And he makes a ridiculous sound, surprised, not expecting her whole weight to hit into him. He goes down, landing with a hard thud on his back, arms in such a way they weren't easy to fast to shift and catch himself.

But he's going to be moving one of them, to try and push himself up before--]

[ -- She straddles him, knees on other side tucked close, palms braced just above his shoulders. Her hair ends up spilling mostly over one shoulder as she leans down, nearly nose-to-nose with him. ]

Gotcha.

[Naoki looks unblinkingly at her, one palm braced against the ground, still ready to push himself up. She's close. That's what keeps him from moving right away, though one eyebrow lifts up.]

Don't get too comfy, Yang. [He doesn't look like he's willing to stop yet...]

[ Yang's fine if he fights back, even as she arches an eyebrow in return, her expression turning considering. Now that she's this close, her mind and impulses all her own... ]

... Huh. You really do smell nice.

[The muscles in his arms go tense, ready to push up and then--]

...what? [Yang, do you mind not throwing him off like that, and what's more... that phrasing, had she been thinking something like that before?]

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