[ She should be more upset but - it gets the better of her, as she begins to laugh, low and dark perhaps, but laughter all the same. She is someone ever quick to it. ]
(Bai Saheba if you're going to take that tone over it. ) [ the translation smooth in the symbiote, respected lady. ] (It is merciful, that she lets me be so plain. Men can be so... fragile at times. ) [ Her own happy dig back.
Though the response, is perhaps, a little more fond than it should be, all things considered for someone trying to feign in ] (He does, doesn't he? )
[ Which is to say, yes, she did, and oh yes, he did look good being thrashed. The flicker there, of the feeling of having her fist meet something solid, the strike that he blocked, the one she caught in return, palm to elbow, ankles hooked, the juxtaposition that comes as natural to any kind of combat, exposed and covered, wounded and moving. Contemplated instinct. It is to her - a odd sort of satisfaction to connect to something solid when she must deal with so much beyond her own experience. ]
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( Bai Saheba if you're going to take that tone over it. ) [ the translation smooth in the symbiote, respected lady. ] ( It is merciful, that she lets me be so plain. Men can be so... fragile at times. ) [ Her own happy dig back.
Though the response, is perhaps, a little more fond than it should be, all things considered for someone trying to feign in ] ( He does, doesn't he? )
[ Which is to say, yes, she did, and oh yes, he did look good being thrashed. The flicker there, of the feeling of having her fist meet something solid, the strike that he blocked, the one she caught in return, palm to elbow, ankles hooked, the juxtaposition that comes as natural to any kind of combat, exposed and covered, wounded and moving. Contemplated instinct. It is to her - a odd sort of satisfaction to connect to something solid when she must deal with so much beyond her own experience. ]