Punching Bag for Two?[Angelica/Scum]

Angelica was already in the gym, hanging on a pole upside-down, with her popliteals on the pole in question. She kept repeating sit-ups, except in her hanging position, counting sheep in the process, to keep count of her number of repititions. A thing film of sweat had already built on her bright skin, tickling her occasionally, when a drop ran down her body. When she finally saw Scum enter, she merely smirked a bit wider, before doing a full spin around the pole, catapulting herself into the air, before landing in a sitting position on the pole... which promptly caused her to wince a little due to her own momentum. Yet instead of paying any more heed to her misshap, she simply waved in Scum's general direction, before getting off her improvised seat.

"SCUM!" she yelled out loud, causing several people around them to wince as well, due to the sheer volume of her voice at that point. Standing next to him with spread arms, like a toddler waiting for a hug, she beamed at the young man, before returning into a relaxed position, looking around curiously. The gym began emptiying itself... possibly due to her outburst, yelling scum at a random person, which could just as well mean a fight. However, instead of hitting Scum, or preparing to get hit by him, she just looked for another boxing bag, putting it in the middle of the gym, where she would have enough space to move around. She especially wanted to train a high-speed manouvere where she'd try to close in and back off as fast as possible, to deliver powerful strikes, without giving a chance for a counter.

As she'd practise just that, stepping in close to the bag with one leg, before kicking herself backwards with the other, throwing a punch with each advance that sent loud shocks through the leather of the bag, she would throw glances over to Scum from time to time, until she'd at some point offer:"Ah- uh, if you need help or anythin' you just gotta talk to me, ye'? I dun' mind holding the bag for you or somethin'." Shrugging she'd continue her own training, slightly upset about the fact that she was already so sweaty and exhausted. It really sucked that she could never train for long periods of time, having to take pauses ever so often. Absentmindedly pulling up her bootyshorts after yet another, almost straddle-like charge, she wiped the sweat off of her forehead, panting quite a bit. None the less, she beamed at Scum, when she looked his way again, caring little for her slightly disheveld appearance.

When Scum approached her, after she had started her ongoing training, she was not sure what to make of his questions. At the one hand, she did not really care whether he looked at her ass or not, but considering he might stare at it intently all the time, it would be embarassing even to her, although she had gotten used to showing skin at the very least. He also seemed very intent doing things concerning her posterior... so maybe he just liked it. A little flustered by that thought, she was almost happy that the exhaustion had already reddened her cheeks considerably, otherwise it might have come back to a discussion they had already had and she didn't want Scum to think that she was stupid or something.

As such she replied:"I think if you like looking at it when I walk, you can do that. I don't mind, but I would start feeling embarassed if you kept staring. So... maybe not long? Taking a look is ok, but just for a few seconds. I don't know about the facial expressions though, don't think they are necessary for lookin'. I mean, if you have looked at it before, you can probably do it again, just like that. You don't have to ask though... you can look at anything you want." Stating the last sentence with a giggling, nonserious and heavily dissonant and fluctuating voice, Angelica moved over to the boxing bag, holding it tightly with both hands. "Teach away." she said, nodding at him when she was ready.

His series of punches finally began and even though she was a fair bit stronger than Scum, she had to put a considerable amount of strength into holding the bag in place, as his punches and especially his kicks, collided with the material. He was quite intent on keeping the rythm up... probably stamina building, a hopeless endeavour for Angelica herself, but that didn't mean she could not hold that stupid bag in place for him. When he finally addressed her, she just lifted her eyebrow, looking at him with a fairly neutral expression on her face. School huh? That was a new one. Even so, she found it fairly easy to answer his question:"It was boring. I couldn't really follow the maths professor at all, the English person just said she was disappointed that I am so stupid that I cannot even write a short text without mistakes. I don't like it when they call me stupid, but..." she stopped when she realized that she had just told him the exact thing she did not want him to know, that she was kinda dumb.

"Uhh... I am not really stupid. I am just not good at writing, or getting maths, or remembering things. Ok?" Presenting Scum with a slightly insecure smile, she kept holding the boxing bag, almost nuzzling it a little, as she was a bit nervous about this whole thing. In fact she didn't like him dwelling on it, so she'd better change the subject somehow:"Ahh, so... why is it about my butt so often with you? Last time we met, you hit it and wanted me to let you. Now you ask if you can look at it. Are you like... fascinated with butts in general?" Asking a rather random and out of place question, while her blue eye shot from one spot in the room, to the other, Angelica's long nails kept drumming down onto the artificial fiber of the boxing bag repeatedly, betrayer her nervousness quite unambiguously.