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(video) he's back......

(a video, in the kitchen of the dojo. nothing much here - those who have not yet seen manjiro since he's gone home will notice that long, black hair replaces the blonde strands, pulled up into a mess of a bun, and a newly done tattoo.

this is not about the shit he has done, he just wants to get busy, make some money, maybe.)

Dojo's open for training and classes again, for Kyokushin karate—classes in the afternoon, till my nap time, and at night, between nap times. Just schedule with me directly. Payment in food, pastry, sweets, or money, but preferably in pastries.

That's it.

(click, bye.)

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Soooo!

[ clapping her hands together, aerith sits in the comfort of her inn room. hair undone, jacket off: she's clearly relaxing while scrolling. ]

What... exactly is Kyokushin karate? [ does it include steel chairs...? ]

... Is the karate part that is confusing, or is the Kyokushin part?

(listen, this is important to hear first - so many different people, so many different worlds. at least he has claude experience.)

Well, it's gotta be Kyokushin, right? I've never heard of that before. Karate, I know that's fists.

Funny thing is, I am usually a kick person.

(he's gonna take a moment to think on how to put this without going too... technical?)

Karate got a bunch of styles. Kyokushin is one of them. Full contact, and focus on physical strength and endurance. So, basically, get fit, get hit, go hit.

Oh, really? [ her point of reference is her best friend, who is more of a "beat it up with your fists" kind of gal. ]

Okay, endurance and physical strength... Got it. What kind of contact experience would you recommend starting out with?

Yeah, I'm tiny, it's easier to reach with the legs.

(literally her height, but alas.)

I gotta meet you first, see how your endurance is.

[ hmm. let her switch gears mid-conversation. ]

I've got a friend who you'd probably want at your dojo if she showed up. How about I see what your endurance is like first? I could pay for her to come in upfront. If she never does, free pastries are pretty nice, right?

(excuse him)

I'm the master of the dojo and high dan, that tells you enough.

... I'll let you pay up front for her, and if I lose, I'll pay back.

[ briefly, she considers asking him if he'd like to fight five guys in high heels like tifa did... but then, no, she decides. that's a little mean. ]

Against her, or me?

Her, isn't she the one you're paying for?

[ oh THIS she has gotta see ]

So it's like a bet, then? You must pretty confident! Sure. What's your favorite kind of pastry, then? Orrrr are you not picky?

I've never lost a single fight, you know? You gotta match the dessert with expectations.

Surprise me. I'm waiting.

Uhh... what about a hint, at least?

Nope.

That's no fun.

[ she's whinging. aerith sighs. ]

Have it your way, then!

To you, I'm thrilled.

( :) )

I'll be in the kitchen, I'll leave the sidedoor open.

[she grins.]

Hm... a good way to balance your tab after all.

Oh? Actually? Yeah. Free classes for you for the year, I get free reign over your menu for that period of time. How's that?

Fine with me. It's definitely easier than whatever else we could come up with.

[that makes everything so much more simple!!]

Stuff I could actually use, instead of just money.

Which I currently happen to have very little of. Maybe I'll make good use of that bike and start a delivery service or somethin'. Ain't like there's anyone to race.

Maybe. I could even help you out, if you need it. I'm not one of those assholes that'll keep it all to myself.

[not like the people in Piltover..]

Nah, I'll live. You actually coming to the dojo is good enough, I'm not done with you yet. We gotta get that anger controlled.

[eye roll...]

Good luck with all that. You don't think people haven't tried to help me with my anger?

[one of the last ones who tried... is dead.]

I think none of these people were me.

( :) )

[pffft.]

Yeah? And what makes you so different?

That I'm me, after all.

Come on. I'll see what I can do.

Right...

[she still looks amused, though.]

Alright. Be there in a few.

I'm waiting, and if you don't come in uniform, I'm making you clean up the dojo area by yourself afterward.

(starting out strong.)

Oh shit... I gotta find that uniform.

[spoilers: she doesn't end up finding it. she kind of accepts her fate of having to clean the dojo when they're done as she shows up, empty handed.

she should at least look a little embarrassed about not having it anymore. but she doesn't.]

Yo, Mikey.

Sup, gangsta. Why ain't you in uniform?

(because he is, with his beautiful belt that means absolutely nothing to her... but hey, it's black, it's pretty, it's got gold strips, it has a presence.)

[ The sidedoor, he says. Aerith knows how to find it, then, if only because it implies a direct: The side of the building. Her arrival is announced with a chipper, loud call in her girlish voice. Hellooooooo? Around the loop of her elbow rests a wicker basket, woven together tightly with a slice of red and white picnic fabric peeking out of its mouth. Mikey, she thinks. She finds him, and beams in a way that betrays an overeagerness. ]

Found you! I'm Aerith. Aerith Gainsborough.

[ Thrusting the basket into his face, she tells him, ] Take it. It's for you. [ Beneath the lid, he'll find a stack of pancakes, nestled next to wrapped pads of butter, a vial of real maple syrup. They're homemade, the hotcakes a little too brown and thick looking. ]

Just like my mom used to make for me as a kid.

[ ...except, they're quite bad. Dense, dry, crumblier than a too-wet sandcastle. Atrocious, really. ]

Uh...

[she spreads her hands around.]

I couldn't find it.

100 push-ups for each day you don't show up in it. Drop.

(he can't fuck up tea, so that's what he does in the kitchen as of now - the timing couldn't have been more perfect, as the kettle starts to whistle its melody once aerith arrives. she... sort of reminds him of his sister emma, not in looks, definitely not in age, but in that joy that she brings in her voice, and the demanding way she just shoves the basket at him.

upon first glance, it doesn't look so bad. presentation is definitely on her side, and manjiro will be thoroughly disappointed in the evening when he makes it dinner. at least, she got him syrup and butter, which is going to act as the undertone of forgiveness when he does try it.)

I'm Manjiro Sano, but Mikey's fine. You into tea? Just about to make some.

[she shrugs.]

Okay.

[and then she's going to get down and start doing said pushups... it's honestly no big deal because she probably does these all the time LMFAO.]

I could use a little warmup.

(oh, it looks like it's too easy. well, he won't allow it to be easy, so he unceremoniously sits on top of her back. he's not heavy, at 123lbs, but it's an extra weigh she could use.)

I'm also not giving you another one.

[wow... well, she's going to keep at it anyway. it's a little more effort, but she likes the challenge. she grunts every few words when she speaks again:]

Fine. Cait can probably find it for me later.

[she'd been out at the time she left...]

Or they might have one in the ten billion stores in here.

(his hands start playing with her hair - mostly out of boredom as he counts silently the number of push-ups she's at.)

That's fucked up. You gotta be proud of the uniform, dude. You find it. I'll message your girl after this.

Fine, fine. I'll find it.

[she grunts as her arms start to burn a bit... but she likes the challenge. her pace doesn't slow, though.]

Are you playing with my hair?

[weirdo.]

Yep, the fuck would I be doing up here? You ain't even my type for me to admire the back muscles.

(its called homo)

[she rolls her eyes.]

Yeah? [grunt.] And what's your type?

Tall men.

(for starters.........)

[she pauses on the ground for a minute, rolling her eyes again.]

For some reason, I'm not really all that surprised.

[aaaand she's pushing back up!!]

Not like it's that hard to be taller than you.

Like you're not. What's your type, tall women?

(please, vi.)

People love to call me short, but funnily enough, yeah, exactly. Makes my type broader.

Any woman.

[she grins.]

But it seems like tall ones are my specialty lately.

[gay................]

So, you're easy.

(SIR.)

And how about your roommate, like you put it thinking I can't tell, huh? Do I know her?

I just like to admire the scenery.

[.......... she snorts.]

Dunno. My roommate's Caitlyn. Tall, blue hair. I'd be more surprised if you haven't seen her around at some point.

Can't remember. Uh, not important to me, I don't fix the face and names.

(because he's a little bitch.)

Whatever.

[her arms are actually starting to burn now... and maybe she's starting to breathe more heavily.]

Maybe you'd actually notice if she took a swing at you, too.

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