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[chasingstars201.livejournal.com]

[Misaki, in sweats with a massive punching bag. She has gloves on and is whaling away at it, and from the coating of sweat shining on her face it looks like she's been at it a while. Her hair is damp and starting to come loose from her ponytail. She strikes the bag once more, setting it swinging, and then pauses to shed the gloves and stretch a bit. She takes a drink from the water bottle near the bag's base, tugs the gloves back on and resumes.]

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[chasingstars201.livejournal.com]

[She pauses and rests her head against the swinging bag.] Nothing. Everything. I don't know. It's nothing. I'm fine.

[Thump, thump, thump.]

[shinypaws.livejournal.com]

[Watches her for a moment in silence.]

I don't think you are fine.

[chasingstars201.livejournal.com]

I'll do this myself, thank you. I need to do this myself. [Rubs the sweat out of her eyes and goes on.]

[shinypaws.livejournal.com]

[She nods slowly.] I understand. [But she still hangs around to keep an eye on her.]