So, ice bath, a good night's sleep, and you're back to the mats in the morning? Heh. You're crazier than I am. [ of course, if she was rocking whatever force was keeping her from getting mashed into a bloody pulp by that egg robot last year, Jen would be singing a different tune. ]
Do massages still work normally for you, or do you like, need someone to take a jackhammer to your back to feel it?
I didn't say "no"! [ that was a little too quick. dammit Jen. ] I mean... maybe not in the middle of the bar, you know? I don't want to make any of your fans jealous.
[ sweating internally. time to slip back over to the seat and take a long gulp of her nice, cold drink. ]
[ the wince sold her on the idea. Jen shrugged, herself, casually. ] Wellll.... I can't just leave you all in pain, can I? What kind of friend would I be?
[ all that talk is more or less to convince herself. she moved back behind Satsuki's chair and this time using both her hands, she applies a bit of pressure on her muscles. the metal of her right hand is relatively cool but will warm up quickly. ] Let me know if it's too much, okay?
Sure thing. -Satsuki set her drink aside, leaning against the cushion of the bar as Jen started to work. Oh she was... better at this than she said she was. That or anything felt good on her poor battered shoulders. Either way, she let out little happy sounds, the soreness already feeling soothed away...-
[ fortunately for Satsuki, Jen has picked up a few things from trainers, masseuses, and ex-s. (even if the latter techniques are definitely meant for private quarters...)
even better is how she can simply command her right arm to mimic the movements of her left in stride since, outside of pressure, it can't feel to the same fidelity as a human hand could. a shame now, most of all. ]
Don't you fall asleep on me. I don't want to have to carry you home. [ well. she could. ]
[ her robo-fingers twitch at the compliment. ] Ah-hah. Well... My own schedule's kinda full for that, you know? [ that was such a poor excuse. Jen can feel the lameness exuding from every word. ] I wouldn't mind it every now and then. You would have to pay me back, of course!
-Satsuki was so lost in bliss she didnt notice the twitch at all. Even the lameness of Jen's excuse fell on deaf ears, for once. But she did give a small, keening whine.-
Can't you make more time for me? We don't get to hang out as much anymore... I want massages and hugs that aren't going to turn into suplexes. Suplays. That word.
Souffle? [ Jen chuckled at her joke but kept right on massaging. ]
I ... should. It's just tough since I've got this strict training schedule I'll start up soon, you know? Mom really wants me to make the best impression I can when I try out for the team in the fall.
[ to say the regimen was "strict" was underselling it. her whole day, save for a few hours and some breaks here and there, were planned out. from what she ate, and how many reps she did, to how many hours she could sleep. missing a few beats here there wasn't a big deal, but too much slacking and her mom would probably yank on her chain again.
everything is banking on Jen's success, and her mom has no patience for rogue elements. much as Jen hates to think of spending quality time with people as such. ]
Another reason to take up the pro graps. You're already living the dojo life. -Satsuki sighed, sitting up enough to look back at Jen over her shoulder, her own hair dusting over her face, and she really didn't care to wipe it away.-
I want to believe it's gonna be worth it, but I worry about you. I want you to be happy, more than I want you to be the star athlete everyone's trying to make you into.
[ Jen's as quick to try and wipe away that concern as she is to brush the hair from Satsuki's eyes. ] Don't worry about me. My future's in the cards, and all I've got to do is play the awesome hand I was dealt.
[ or work really hard to stack the deck in her favor. the plan may be her mother's to a large degree, but the ambition? that's her own. it might be her way to finally find the freedom she's never known. ] Besides. We can still have fun this summer!
-Satsuki took a moment to just find her smile, trying to have faith in the situation. Her worries wouldn't be dismissed that easily, but it was easy to at least try, seeing how Jen was smiling.-
Alright... I still need to give you a tour of the Mayship.
Oh yeah! I mean, I kind of remember it from afar but the "blank" me didn't really want to trust getting on it. [ another chuckle. she took this opportunity to pause, reach over, and get her glass for a quick sip. ]
I'd say it's a shame, but that just means I get to experience it myself for the first time for real.
They probably don't want you to try to cram everyone onboard and flee.
[ back to rubbing, but she didn't wipe off the droplets of condensation from her fingers before she did so. oops. ] Or take people skydiving. God, can you imagine?
I only play a pirate in the ring. -She let out another soft sound, melting into the bar.- Other me may have been a brazen criminal but I don't think I've got the chops for it.
Fair enough. But I'm pretty sure it's going to get to the point with me where I can do that kind of stuff without even needing a parachute. And if I want to jump from the Towers again without a parachute, it's not technically base-jumping and thus not technically illegal, right?
[ yeah Jen. really wants to do that again. maybe it was the worst way to get her name into people's minds when she got here but at the same time, 1) it worked, and 2) her mother got her out of trouble in the end so it wouldn't do permanent damage to her career.
all this talking and she's not quite paying attention to her hands drifting inward toward the sides of Satsuki's neck muscles. it's all so knotted up around here it's hard to tell where the problems begin and end. but those sounds? they're totally worth it. ]
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Do massages still work normally for you, or do you like, need someone to take a jackhammer to your back to feel it?
I DID IT AGAIN
oh my god put a post-it on your monitor or something
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[ sweating internally. time to slip back over to the seat and take a long gulp of her nice, cold drink. ]
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Even shrugging? Damnit...
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[ all that talk is more or less to convince herself. she moved back behind Satsuki's chair and this time using both her hands, she applies a bit of pressure on her muscles. the metal of her right hand is relatively cool but will warm up quickly. ] Let me know if it's too much, okay?
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even better is how she can simply command her right arm to mimic the movements of her left in stride since, outside of pressure, it can't feel to the same fidelity as a human hand could. a shame now, most of all. ]
Don't you fall asleep on me. I don't want to have to carry you home. [ well. she could. ]
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This feels amazing...
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Good. Glad I managed to come away from all my sessions with some skills.
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I should have you give me one of these after every match.
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Can't you make more time for me? We don't get to hang out as much anymore... I want massages and hugs that aren't going to turn into suplexes. Suplays. That word.
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I ... should. It's just tough since I've got this strict training schedule I'll start up soon, you know? Mom really wants me to make the best impression I can when I try out for the team in the fall.
[ to say the regimen was "strict" was underselling it. her whole day, save for a few hours and some breaks here and there, were planned out. from what she ate, and how many reps she did, to how many hours she could sleep. missing a few beats here there wasn't a big deal, but too much slacking and her mom would probably yank on her chain again.
everything is banking on Jen's success, and her mom has no patience for rogue elements. much as Jen hates to think of spending quality time with people as such. ]
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I want to believe it's gonna be worth it, but I worry about you. I want you to be happy, more than I want you to be the star athlete everyone's trying to make you into.
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[ or work really hard to stack the deck in her favor. the plan may be her mother's to a large degree, but the ambition? that's her own. it might be her way to finally find the freedom she's never known. ] Besides. We can still have fun this summer!
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Alright... I still need to give you a tour of the Mayship.
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I'd say it's a shame, but that just means I get to experience it myself for the first time for real.
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[ back to rubbing, but she didn't wipe off the droplets of condensation from her fingers before she did so. oops. ] Or take people skydiving. God, can you imagine?
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I think you need a license for that...
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only not. yowza. ] Uh-huh, heh, I'd like to see them arrest us ... in the sky!
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[ yeah Jen. really wants to do that again. maybe it was the worst way to get her name into people's minds when she got here but at the same time, 1) it worked, and 2) her mother got her out of trouble in the end so it wouldn't do permanent damage to her career.
all this talking and she's not quite paying attention to her hands drifting inward toward the sides of Satsuki's neck muscles. it's all so knotted up around here it's hard to tell where the problems begin and end. but those sounds? they're totally worth it. ]
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