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Post by Macht Stärke on Mar 16, 2015 3:58:55 GMT -5
"Even if I don't have the time, I'll make it." The redhead's smile grew, though he wouldn't hint as to why. Though, in these two short meetings, he'd grown somewhat fond of the girl - she'd earned his respect, and that meant something to the German.
Once they got to the nurse's office, Macht would bring Vivi to a seat, and go to inform the nurse that she had a new patient. He then headed back over, and would kneel in front of the girl, if she took the seat.
"You gonna be alright? Or should I stick around?"
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Post by Vivi Perish on Mar 16, 2015 11:21:25 GMT -5
Sitting down in the chair, Vivi leaned forward and placed her head in her hands once Macht walked away. Training or no, she wasn’t to sure fighting was her forte… especially against big guys. Sadly, those were usually the type she went against.
All things considered, she felt her opinion of Macht had changed a bit, she didn’t really feel freaked out around him anymore, and he’d been really patient with her. She thought about apologizing for some of the rude things she’d said to him during their last spar, but chances were, he didn’t even remember it.
Upon hearing foot steps, Vivi straightened her posture and put her hands in her lap.
“I’ll be fine, it’s not like a broke anything,” Vivi gave a wry smile and shrugged, “Don’t sweat it.”
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Post by Macht Stärke on Mar 16, 2015 23:35:46 GMT -5
"Alright, yo," Macht smiled and stood to his full height. If she was okay, he wasn't going to pester her, even though he sort of wanted to stick around. "Keep the swelling from getting serious, and next time we have a scrap, you can be the one kicking my ass, alright?"
Macht's hand would fall to the girl's shoulder, which was about the extent of his shows of affection. He lingered for another couple of seconds, and then he would be gone.
He needed to go put on a shirt.
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