aaron paul without the swearing

[servitor]

( Since we're all supposed to be real close and buddy buddy around here, anyone care to fill me in on your skills or training?

I'm not going to drill you and ask you to run laps, I promise. Not today at least.

... Unless you're with me, then you better be on the tenth lap and not a nap )

[You know who you are.]

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[servitor]

( I guess I am now! The other guy I run laps with doesn't like the light of the morning. )

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( Not much of a morning compared to planetside. ) [ He misses the sun when they're stuck here.

The rest of his message is wordless, an invitation and a location that hums across the link of their conversation. He's in the training hall, stretching. ]

[servitor]

[Well if that's not an invitation, he doesn't know what is.

He'd been making some rounds on the ship, so diverting to the training room isn't much of a difficulty now. Apparently that and his own rooming area are the two places he's memorized by now.

Glaive shirt, Station sweats. That's his life now, so far. He hasn't had a reason to break out the full uniform unless they hit a mission.]

You send out invitations like that or am I a lucky guy?

[Shut the hell up.]

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[ Steve's sporting his full training-pajamas and a pair of sneakers that look relatively new. One of his few splurges from their time on Concordia. He straightens his back, standing at his full height as Nyx approaches, studying his face.

Cocks an eyebrow and nods toward Nyx. ]

When someone else turns the comms on, I usually figure it's all right to be direct. [ Quick, wordless communication. He doesn't like to linger in anyone else's mind. ] Saves time, and it's handy on a mission.

[servitor]

A trick I need to pick up.

[Nyx clearly doesn't have much, given that he just showed up from a hell of a time back in Lucis.]

Might save a lot of back and forth like I'm having to deal with right now.

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Takes some practice, but after a while it gets to be almost second nature. [ A hand raises to rub the back of his neck. ]

So how about those laps?

[servitor]

Your call. What's the name of the game?

edit bc I forget THERE IS A LEGIT TRACK HERE

[decommission]

Twelve around the track. [ He finds a starting place to stand, cocking his head at Nyx. A hint of wryness: ] The name's Steve, by the way.

[servitor]

Twelve around the track. [He does the same, and once he settles, he stretches, pops his back, the whole nine yards.] Nyx.

just gonna cap this one off to end

[decommission]

Let's see what you've got. [ Just some ribbing. But even in practice who doesn't like a bit of competitive spirit?

The count off: one, two, three - go! ]