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Milli- ~ post-fencing bout ~
Nov. 14th, 2004 01:39 am"Oh my, Lord, what happened to you?" Rachel asks as I step off the elevator. I'm sure I look fabulous - cuts and bruises and blood and scrapes.
"Fencing practice."
She glares at me and takes the katana ad coat from my hand. "Dare I ask what your opponent looks like?"
"A horse's ass, most of the time." I am so very tired.
More glares and a shake of her head. "Go, take a shower, wash the blood off. And Connor," she waits until I turn to face her as I'm walking toward the bathroom - she always does that, wants me to look her in the eye. "get some rest, you look terrible."
I give her a nod, it's all I can manage. My arm and gut hurt - quite a bit - however, my pride is much less dented, having landed that punch to Kronos' nose. I may sleep quite well tonight.
"Fencing practice."
She glares at me and takes the katana ad coat from my hand. "Dare I ask what your opponent looks like?"
"A horse's ass, most of the time." I am so very tired.
More glares and a shake of her head. "Go, take a shower, wash the blood off. And Connor," she waits until I turn to face her as I'm walking toward the bathroom - she always does that, wants me to look her in the eye. "get some rest, you look terrible."
I give her a nod, it's all I can manage. My arm and gut hurt - quite a bit - however, my pride is much less dented, having landed that punch to Kronos' nose. I may sleep quite well tonight.
