Atlas Gym, Tuesday morning October 7

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Atlas Gym, Tuesday morning October 7

That limp he had last week? Almost totally gone. There was still a slight stiffness to his knee, but not enough that he felt he couldn't handle a session with Amber.

He went in a bit earlier than usual and spent the extra time doing stretches and warm-ups. Probably do some work with punching bag or something along those lines. Might be crazy, but he wasn't dumb enough to risk damaging healing muscles.

(the usual. open for others though. join in if you want!)

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Amber was in a fair mood when she walked into the gym. Aside from, you know, cramps oh my god. It was all good though because she doped herself up and was only just a little loopy and her irritable mood was buried for the moment.

She waved at Murdock. "Hey, how's the leg?"

He grinned at her, "Better. How're you?"

She wiggled her hand back and forth. "So so," she answered, but smiled at him.

"Up for a work out?"

"If you are," he smirked. "Nothing too killer today, I promise. Knee's only up for so much."

"Oh," he grinned widely, "did you you know Hoshi started up a self-defense club? Asked me to be the advisor. Ain't that cool?"

"Something light then," she agreed.

"Yah, I know it," Amber smiled. "I signed up."

"I was wonderin' if you did," he admitted with a smirk. "I haven't seen the roster for who signed up yet."

"So what for the day? More work on form with the bag?"

"I figured instead of beating you up every Tuesday, I could work on others too and let you advise and watch for a change," she grinned knowingly.

Amber nodded. "Sure, I can do that." She grabbed her bag and searched for her gloves, putting them on as she stepped over to the bag. "You know anything different than what I've done with it already?"

He laughed at that. "Oh, I see. Pushing the ol' man to the sidelines huh?" he teased. "Or it could be that I get beat up on by even more students."

... "Wait. Is that a good idea?" He was still teasing though.

He wandered over to the bag as well, grabbing hold of it and steadying it for her. "Naw, not really. Some people would tell you that you have to follow a certain line when doing it, but I think each person needs to find their own niche. Whatever is comfortable and works best for them, you know? That's what you could do," an idea suddenly occurred to him, "just experiment a bit and see what you like, what works for you."

Amber laughed. "We'll go easy on the old man, don't you worry none."

Nodding, she started in, dancing side to side as she alternated between right and left gloves. This is what worked for her and what she was comfortable with. She hit hard and fast and worked up a quick sweat.

"Gee, thanks," he replied, rolling his eyes a bit, but still grinning.

He held onto the bag to keep it from bouncing around too much, watching her as he did so. "You're doin' real good, Amber. Probably can kick my butt again."

"Yah," she grunted between throws. "But I won't. Some of us aroud here... we do love ya!" she laughed and continued throwing punches, making her knuckles sore even through the gloves. It was good for her, to get it out, work her body and her mind.

"Yah," he started then blinked as he took that in. "Wait. What?"

She paused, blinking at him innocently. "What what?"

"'Some of us around here love ya'? What do you mean by that?"

It was probably just a slip of the tongue. Or something.

"Uhh... what part didn't you understand?" She was trying not to be disrespectful here. Really.

He had to think about that for a second. Didn't they just cover this last week?

"Oh. Er...nothing. I'm just... still kinda surprised by it, is all."

Yes, really he was.

"Shouldn't be," she grunted as she swung her fist into the bag. "At all."

"I know. Still gettin' used to the idea."

"Thanks," he smirked just a bit.

"No problem," she said, returning that smirk of his. He was adorable, but she'd never tell him that out loud.

That was probably a good thing. It'd make him all kinds of embarressed. Make him turn colors too.

He was content for the moment to just watch her. That and the fact she'd got him thinking about completely different things other than training so his mind was currently nil.

Amber was red in the face and dripping sweat before she finally slowed down and quit. Bending over, she rested her hands to her knees while she caught her breath. "Ow..."

He winced a bit and reached out to place a hand on her back. "Easy. Don't have to push yourself so much."

And he couldn't believe he'd just let himself wander like that and not catch her in time.

"You okay?"

"Yah," she murmured, eyes closed. "I'm fine. I needed it... you know?"

"Yah. I know." Since he'd done similiar things himself on occasion.

"Feel better now?"

"And if you need to talk..." he left it open there.

Amber slid to the floor, legs stretched out. "...crazy things have been going on in my head, Murdock. Homecoming is this weekend and my boyfriend hasn't asked me. I... " she didn't want to admit this, but she did, "...kind of have a crush on someone."

"Oh."

He took a seat next to her, stretching his own legs out.

"That's a tough one. I'm not sure if I have much to offer on that. I ain't exactly had the best of luck myself in that regard."

He thought for a minute, then asked quietly, "Which do you care for more? Not that you have to tell me, just something for you to think about."

She groaned and leaned way over, between her knees to press her forehead to the floor. "I shouldn't have brought this up... I know you can't say much."

That was a little odd and not quite the response he'd been expecting.

"Yes, you should have. It helps just to talk about it sometimes."

He drew his left leg up and placed his chin on top of his knee. "If it helps at all..." he let out a bit of a sigh, "the first gal I had feelings for here didn't work out too well. I liked her a lot, still do in some ways. Things just didn't go like I'd thought they would." And this would be the first time he's openly talked about Millie.

"But maybe it worked out in the end. I found someone else. And while I still do feel a certain fondness for that first gal, I think I feel more for who I got now. Know what I mean?"

She nodded a bit, though it was hard with her forehead pressed to the floor. "I like Cal, I really do. Just... sometimes I feel like he's too smart for me. Like... in his head he must think I'm weird. And then there's other stuff too..." which she probably couldn't get into.

It took him a while to reply.

"Actually..." and he nudged her faintly, "I know exactly what you mean."

Amber peeked over at him, smiled faintly at the nudge. "It kind of sucks, doesn't it?"

"To have a significant other who's smarter than you?" he smirked back a little. "Yah, it kinda does."

"But," he leaned toward her a bit, "if she doesn't seem to mind, I doubt he will either."

Her lips quirked upwards. "I am who I am, right?"

"Right," he grinned. "And if he didn't like you for you, he probably wouldn't be your boyfriend, would he?"

Wow. How funny this conversation that was supposed to be helping Amber was making him see a few things clearer too. He smirked at her.

"Sometimes some people just need the obvious pointed out to 'em." No, that wasn't on her, but himself.

Amber grinned a bit sheepishly. "I've become amazingly hard-headed lately. But you are right. He wouldn't be my boyfriend if he didn't like me."

"You ain't the only one who's been a bit on the hard-headed side," he said with a slight wink.

He nudged her with a foot. "Think we're about done for the day?"

"Oh yah, we're done," she grinned and rolled up to a standing position. "I'm already feeling the sleepy coming on and my day hasn't much started yet."

"The sleepy?" he smirked, climbing to his own feet. "Wore you out again, did I?"

He was obviously ~~being a smart ass~~ teasing since he hadn't actually done much at all.

He was also prepared to duck or dodge if necessary.

"You wore me out," she said, giving him a look and slowly started to advance on him. "Really?

Grinning, he started backing up a step at a time. "Sure. After all, I'm the teacher so I did all the work, right?"

He was certainly in a good mood today. And also possibly about to get his butt whipped.

Amber wouldn't hurt him. Not too terribly bad at least. "Right. All of the work," she laughed and dropping her gloves to the ground, she totally charged him.

Yah, he was kind of waiting for that. Instead of dodging or ducking he went to grab her, trying to spin her to the ground.

Of course he was also laughing his head off so chances are, he'd be going down right along with her.

Amber held on tight too and tried to bring him down with her when he spun her. "Aaaaaa!"

And she succeeded. A small 'oof' escaped when he hit the floor. Didn't stop the laughter though.

"Aha! I win!" he grinned at her. If winning counted as being flat on one's back.

"You sooooo do not win!" she laughed and reached over to poke him in the arm.

"So do too!" He went to poke her back, aiming for her side.

"I'm injuried, so by default, I win," he grinned up at her.

She giggled and hopped up. "I win! I win! I win!"

"Awwww, that's no fair," he pouted at her a little. "I'm injuried and old! So that gives me two to your ... er," a handwave, "whatever it is that you had."

He was still a bit busy giggling to get up just yet.

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