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[carrionmywaywardsun]

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<span style="font-family:Courier New;"><strong>Cool Motive, Still Murder: Amnesia Edition:</strong> </span>

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Re: Day 492

[carrionmywaywardsun]

[Valor has never bothered to buy workout clothes, but he shows up wearing his most comfortable ripped black jeans, most comfortable boots, and the black tank top Lupine bought him that one time under a light jacket. so basically this outfit, with a different shirt.]

Don't mind if I do.

Re: Day 492

[at_heart]

[ A flitted glance down, and Lupine gives his head a tiny shake. Turning to lead Valor to the room in question! ]

S'not gonna chafe or anything, right?

Re: Day 492

[carrionmywaywardsun]

[following, looking around the dorm curiously as he goes, since he's not drunk this time and can properly take it in]

Relaaaax. It'll be fine.

Re: Day 492 // nsfw-ish

[at_heart]

[ Soft snort. ]

Right, well. I guess you can always take them off.

[ Opening the door into the training room. ]

Re: Day 492 // nsfw-ish

[carrionmywaywardsun]

[there's a low whistle of approval as the door opens, though it's immediately followed by:]

Play your cards right and maybe you can help.

Re: Day 492 // nsfw-ish

[at_heart]

[ Tosses a smirk over his shoulder. ]

I always play my cards right.

[ Any weapons you'd especially like, because the racks should have 'em. ]

Re: Day 492 // nsfw-ish

[carrionmywaywardsun]

I'll be the judge of that.

[Valor drifts over to the weapons racks, looking them over. eventually he picks out a pair of knives with long, slightly curved blades. very similar in style to the black metal knives Lupine's probably seen him wielding in various memories.]

Re: Day 492 // nsfw-ish

[at_heart]

Everyone's a critic.

[ But his attention does sharpen when Valor picks his weapons, and — well, he's going to let his own sword lip from his hand, fingers catching the cords tied tight to the sheath, swinging sharply up — and when it's at its zenith, he twists on the cords so that the sword flies free, up, wheeling hilt over blade.

Spin, spin, spin in an arc over his head, and without looking Lupine catches it easily by the hilt in his left hand.

hey yuri quick question why are you like this ]

Wanna fight the program, me — or both.