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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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[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

[...oops. Jack can't take it back now, though, so he decides to distract her from the topic] Do you do this often?

[chasingstars201.livejournal.com]

It's a relatively new hobby, actually. The Guv--Gene Hunt--taught me a bit about boxing. I've been working on my own since.

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

You seem to have picked it up pretty quickly, ten; I'd hate to be on the receiving end of one of those punches.

[chasingstars201.livejournal.com]

Flattery? [Whump whump.] I would bet that if Gene were here he'd find a dozen-odd things wrong with the way I'm doing this.

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

[And finally the name clicks in his head] This the same guy who's car I bet my SUV could outrun.

[chasingstars201.livejournal.com]

[She stops, a bit breathless, and stares at him a moment before she starts laughing.] Oh you didn't.

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

[grins] I did, still waiting for him to take me up on it.

[chasingstars201.livejournal.com]

[Crooked grin. She leans against the bag's frame.] I could probably whip you both.

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

Oh really?

[chasingstars201.livejournal.com]

Oh yes really.

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

I wouldn't mind holding you to that sometime.

[chasingstars201.livejournal.com]

I wouldn't mind proving myself right.

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

I'll see when I can bring in my own SUV then.