there's light at the edge of the darkness
Loren let out a huff of laughter at Deimos' explanation. Looking over the dummy, the healer shook his head. "Have you ever considered talking about your feelings instead of taking them out on defenseless straw men?" He grinned at the General, since they both knew full well how taciturn the other man was.
Shrugging, the healer stepped away from the dummy. "Was feeling cooped up and figured I'd get a little work out in." He raised his eyebrows at the other man. "You up for helping me out? I've heard hitting real people is much more cathartic. And that I have a really punchable face." Pointing at it, the Firebrand waggled his eyebrows.
Shrugging, the healer stepped away from the dummy. "Was feeling cooped up and figured I'd get a little work out in." He raised his eyebrows at the other man. "You up for helping me out? I've heard hitting real people is much more cathartic. And that I have a really punchable face." Pointing at it, the Firebrand waggled his eyebrows.
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