Quanil nodded, though they were a bit surprised by the shifting hands. I suppose that makes sense though. So they repeated the punch-dodge-punch, aiming for the new targets - well, same targets, different places.
"I've, uh... been meaning to ask you something." They weren't sure if talking was encouraged during training or not, but they didn't want to forget after they'd promised to ask.
So many promises: ask Mr. Sunjata to train you. Don't mention my name. Ask him about the memorial. Layers of promises, and they nearly all made Quanil tear up a bit. Like an onion.
"I've, uh... been meaning to ask you something." They weren't sure if talking was encouraged during training or not, but they didn't want to forget after they'd promised to ask.
So many promises: ask Mr. Sunjata to train you. Don't mention my name. Ask him about the memorial. Layers of promises, and they nearly all made Quanil tear up a bit. Like an onion.
