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xp_logsLaura and Wade are sparring, then decide to get some food.
"Good," Wade said, nodding as he blocked the combo strike Laura had thrown at him. "Follow through with the rapid kick like last time - that worked really well. And if you can keep me off balance, you're more likely to land a hit." He grinned and waggled his eyebrows a bit. "That'd be a first, hellcat. Let's see if you can manage it this time."
There was sparring, and sparring with Wade, Laura had learned that much since the first time they had sparred. A regular sparring match was a succession of strikes and attacks, but without the real intention to hurt the other. With Wade, it was also a way to train her mood, to dodge or deflect his mockery before her temper got the best of her and she made a blind attack, which would only end with her face against the mats, and the man's knee on her back. Still, Laura had to accept the man had a skill to make himself as much of a hitable target as possible. Repressing a complaint about how different things would be if she used her claws, the girl nodded, took a deep breathe, and charged back at Wade, following his instructions and making her best attempt to keep him busy with defense, measuring her hits until the right moment to send a fast kick to his rib cage presented, an exhalation that sounded a lot like an "Ah!" escaping her.
Wade caught Laura's foot before it could connect with his stomach and twisted until her toes were pointing at the ground and she'd basically had to turn around or risk dislocating her knee. "Nice," he said, approval obvious in his tone. "I like the speed and timing of the follow through." He was tempted to make her walk across the mats on her hands like kids used to do in gym class, playing wheelbarrow or whatever, but he released her and stepped back, still grinning. "Have you been working on those sets I told you about? I know you said they were boring, but drilling those in until they become muscle memory's going to be one of the best things you can possibly do."
Laura puffed her cheeks; the moment Wade got a hold of her foot she could have used the support to spin and place her heel on his face, but that seemed a little too extreme to train. He at least let her go without trying ridiculous things on her. "Every day", said, a small hint of pride escaping her. She might be a lot of things, but a bad apprentice wasn't one, especially if it had to do with her training. Anything that could make her better was welcomed. "I know, I'm getting to that", added with a shrug. They were boring, now and always. Then a question came to her mind. "How much time have you been doing this? I mean, training and whatever you do?"
"Years," Wade answered, since that wasn't a lie. "The stuff I taught you, though. That I learned in Japan a while back. A lot of people tend to think that fighting's all about the offense, you know? How fast can you get in, how many hits can you land, that kind of thing. But a good defense will help you out a lot, too. Learning to evade a strike rather than meet it with one of your own will save you energy and oftentimes it'll overbalance your opponent, y'know?" He could feel himself tiring out, just like always, and so he lifted his chin toward the door to the gym. "How about we call it quits for the day, hellcat, and see about getting some food? I'm buying."
"Years, huh? And I guess I need to learn more about defense." Laura wanted to ask for an exact number, but she decided Wade wasn't being clear enough for a reason. He could heal like her and Logan, so maybe he was one of those cases of people that stopped aging. The idea of Wade being much, much older than he was...well, it would at least explain why he looked at her as if she were just a teen, even if she did act like one at times. Laura was also starting to tire, although she knew that in minutes her healing factor and her natural immunity would take care of the toxins and leave her ready to fight again. But then again, he wanted to buy her food. "Okay then", said with a smile as she turned around and walked over her things. "Anything tasty in mind? Just don't say chicken, I've had enough chicken for the rest of the year."
"You can never, ever have enough chicken," Wade said firmly, grabbing a towel so he could wipe his face off and then drape it around his neck. "And your manperson slash my minion number one makes some pretty awesome chicken." Then he considered that and said, "I was thinking a diner. Protein. We need protein. And apparently you're opposed to protein of the chicken-y variety, so bacon. Or burgers. Or bacon on burgers - ooooh. Good idea. My brain does work every now and again."
Laura snorted as she used a towel to get rid of her own share of sweat. She actually liked the fact she could get tired when sparring with people that healed. "Okay, you of the bright brain, where do we go and grab some bacon burgers? And I hope they have something else besides bacon, like cheese and you know, meat. Unless they are chicken burgers, then we can make them out of the remnants of the chicken parade we had."
"You can get pretty much anything you want on a burger at a diner," Wade said. "I went to one, once, that put ham on top of bacon with the actual burger and three kinds of cheese. Plus whatever condiments you wanted like ketchup and stuff. And mushrooms. It was delicious. Also, potatoes. Because hashbrowns are like God's gift to diner customers everywhere and they'll offset some of the protein with a bit of carbohydrate. And I guess you can ruin a perfectly good burger with some lettuce or something, if you want..." He was already partway to the door and once he got there, he held it open for her.
Picking up the few things she had brought with her, Laura licked her lips. "Okay, you have to take me there, and forget about veggies, it's an unnecessary waste of space. Like, you could double the bacon there." She had tried the whole healthy food philosophy way back on the day, when she was unaware her body would take care of everything she ate and that the only need she had to attend to was the one to stay full, something that turned out to be increasingly difficult as time passed by. "I always find totally amusing when people see me eating the equivalent to a entire football team's lunch in one sitting. Back home the waiters felt like crap for super sizing the skinny cute girl that always ate so much and never gained weight", added as she crossed the door.
"Hey, healing factors do that kind of thing," Wade said. "And personally, I find it refreshing when a girl eats whatever she wants instead of paying attention to every little calorie. I mean, wow - can you imagine ordering light dressing on your salad just because you had a Hershey Kiss or something? Jesus, just eat the chocolate and enjoy it. Or the bacon. I am definitely a fan of a girl who can eat her weight in bacon."
"I think it's like, a low blow to their brittle self confidences or whatever." She knew some girls that did the calories math every time they wanted to eat something, and it was...disturbing.
"Happy people are never fat. Unless it's genetic. And still! Happy people do exercise and don't get fat." She was a firm believer of that. "So, chicken, bacon, or both?"
"You were the one saying you didn't want chicken after Kevin's amazing chicken feast," Wade said, grinning. "I'm game for either, both, or steak. A really big steak. With some shrimp - surf and turf! Which means... we need a steakhouse."
There was a bit of fake flailing from Laura. "It's chicken! I can only deny it for so long." Seriously, if someone could make her go out of shape, it might be Wade. Of course, only if that were even remotely possible, but it was nice to know that someone was there to feed her to her heart's content. "A steakhouse it is then! Wanna get one of the fancy mansion cars, or do you have a ride of your own?"
"Fancy mansion car," Wade said, unabashed about the fact that he did not actually have a car of his own. Who needed a car when there was practically a fleet of them at his beck and call whenever he wanted to use one?
"Good," Wade said, nodding as he blocked the combo strike Laura had thrown at him. "Follow through with the rapid kick like last time - that worked really well. And if you can keep me off balance, you're more likely to land a hit." He grinned and waggled his eyebrows a bit. "That'd be a first, hellcat. Let's see if you can manage it this time."
There was sparring, and sparring with Wade, Laura had learned that much since the first time they had sparred. A regular sparring match was a succession of strikes and attacks, but without the real intention to hurt the other. With Wade, it was also a way to train her mood, to dodge or deflect his mockery before her temper got the best of her and she made a blind attack, which would only end with her face against the mats, and the man's knee on her back. Still, Laura had to accept the man had a skill to make himself as much of a hitable target as possible. Repressing a complaint about how different things would be if she used her claws, the girl nodded, took a deep breathe, and charged back at Wade, following his instructions and making her best attempt to keep him busy with defense, measuring her hits until the right moment to send a fast kick to his rib cage presented, an exhalation that sounded a lot like an "Ah!" escaping her.
Wade caught Laura's foot before it could connect with his stomach and twisted until her toes were pointing at the ground and she'd basically had to turn around or risk dislocating her knee. "Nice," he said, approval obvious in his tone. "I like the speed and timing of the follow through." He was tempted to make her walk across the mats on her hands like kids used to do in gym class, playing wheelbarrow or whatever, but he released her and stepped back, still grinning. "Have you been working on those sets I told you about? I know you said they were boring, but drilling those in until they become muscle memory's going to be one of the best things you can possibly do."
Laura puffed her cheeks; the moment Wade got a hold of her foot she could have used the support to spin and place her heel on his face, but that seemed a little too extreme to train. He at least let her go without trying ridiculous things on her. "Every day", said, a small hint of pride escaping her. She might be a lot of things, but a bad apprentice wasn't one, especially if it had to do with her training. Anything that could make her better was welcomed. "I know, I'm getting to that", added with a shrug. They were boring, now and always. Then a question came to her mind. "How much time have you been doing this? I mean, training and whatever you do?"
"Years," Wade answered, since that wasn't a lie. "The stuff I taught you, though. That I learned in Japan a while back. A lot of people tend to think that fighting's all about the offense, you know? How fast can you get in, how many hits can you land, that kind of thing. But a good defense will help you out a lot, too. Learning to evade a strike rather than meet it with one of your own will save you energy and oftentimes it'll overbalance your opponent, y'know?" He could feel himself tiring out, just like always, and so he lifted his chin toward the door to the gym. "How about we call it quits for the day, hellcat, and see about getting some food? I'm buying."
"Years, huh? And I guess I need to learn more about defense." Laura wanted to ask for an exact number, but she decided Wade wasn't being clear enough for a reason. He could heal like her and Logan, so maybe he was one of those cases of people that stopped aging. The idea of Wade being much, much older than he was...well, it would at least explain why he looked at her as if she were just a teen, even if she did act like one at times. Laura was also starting to tire, although she knew that in minutes her healing factor and her natural immunity would take care of the toxins and leave her ready to fight again. But then again, he wanted to buy her food. "Okay then", said with a smile as she turned around and walked over her things. "Anything tasty in mind? Just don't say chicken, I've had enough chicken for the rest of the year."
"You can never, ever have enough chicken," Wade said firmly, grabbing a towel so he could wipe his face off and then drape it around his neck. "And your manperson slash my minion number one makes some pretty awesome chicken." Then he considered that and said, "I was thinking a diner. Protein. We need protein. And apparently you're opposed to protein of the chicken-y variety, so bacon. Or burgers. Or bacon on burgers - ooooh. Good idea. My brain does work every now and again."
Laura snorted as she used a towel to get rid of her own share of sweat. She actually liked the fact she could get tired when sparring with people that healed. "Okay, you of the bright brain, where do we go and grab some bacon burgers? And I hope they have something else besides bacon, like cheese and you know, meat. Unless they are chicken burgers, then we can make them out of the remnants of the chicken parade we had."
"You can get pretty much anything you want on a burger at a diner," Wade said. "I went to one, once, that put ham on top of bacon with the actual burger and three kinds of cheese. Plus whatever condiments you wanted like ketchup and stuff. And mushrooms. It was delicious. Also, potatoes. Because hashbrowns are like God's gift to diner customers everywhere and they'll offset some of the protein with a bit of carbohydrate. And I guess you can ruin a perfectly good burger with some lettuce or something, if you want..." He was already partway to the door and once he got there, he held it open for her.
Picking up the few things she had brought with her, Laura licked her lips. "Okay, you have to take me there, and forget about veggies, it's an unnecessary waste of space. Like, you could double the bacon there." She had tried the whole healthy food philosophy way back on the day, when she was unaware her body would take care of everything she ate and that the only need she had to attend to was the one to stay full, something that turned out to be increasingly difficult as time passed by. "I always find totally amusing when people see me eating the equivalent to a entire football team's lunch in one sitting. Back home the waiters felt like crap for super sizing the skinny cute girl that always ate so much and never gained weight", added as she crossed the door.
"Hey, healing factors do that kind of thing," Wade said. "And personally, I find it refreshing when a girl eats whatever she wants instead of paying attention to every little calorie. I mean, wow - can you imagine ordering light dressing on your salad just because you had a Hershey Kiss or something? Jesus, just eat the chocolate and enjoy it. Or the bacon. I am definitely a fan of a girl who can eat her weight in bacon."
"I think it's like, a low blow to their brittle self confidences or whatever." She knew some girls that did the calories math every time they wanted to eat something, and it was...disturbing.
"Happy people are never fat. Unless it's genetic. And still! Happy people do exercise and don't get fat." She was a firm believer of that. "So, chicken, bacon, or both?"
"You were the one saying you didn't want chicken after Kevin's amazing chicken feast," Wade said, grinning. "I'm game for either, both, or steak. A really big steak. With some shrimp - surf and turf! Which means... we need a steakhouse."
There was a bit of fake flailing from Laura. "It's chicken! I can only deny it for so long." Seriously, if someone could make her go out of shape, it might be Wade. Of course, only if that were even remotely possible, but it was nice to know that someone was there to feed her to her heart's content. "A steakhouse it is then! Wanna get one of the fancy mansion cars, or do you have a ride of your own?"
"Fancy mansion car," Wade said, unabashed about the fact that he did not actually have a car of his own. Who needed a car when there was practically a fleet of them at his beck and call whenever he wanted to use one?
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