[Training] say it with your fists

so is there any treason in the tricky little price I pay?

i can't open up to you

It felt good to be better, both physically and mentally, and Sunjata positively runs through his warmup with little to no fuss — no growls or hisses of pain, no tenderness as he rolls the unused muscles to loosen them up. His gaze finds Ronin then at the posed question, a wicked grin spreading along his face.

“Good.” He agrees, having naught much to say more about it. He’s done the same time and time again. The next comment has him smirking a bit though, dark brows raising in feigned surprise. “Oh what a perfect gift. Don’t mind if I do.” He murmurs, a huff of a laugh leaving him. “Prep is going well, though. Rings are almost ready, just need to get the stones. Need Hotaru to get back from Halo as well.” A small consideration as he figures out his stance, readying his fists and letting his gaze flicker along Ronin to determine where to hit. Clenching his wrapped fists, he shifts his weight quickly and strikes out with his left fist, aiming for Ronin’s shoulder. “How are things with you and Remi?”

me and my friends are lonely

i always figured i'd be the one to die alone

SUNJATA