Blake
I strangled a giggle. It sounded like I was choking. Allon looked up, face still in that hilarious "tough" look. He dropped his arms.
"What?"
I snickered. Snickering was better than giggling- I was NOT Tiaan. "Your face."
"Gee, thanks."
"I mean, you're trying to look all tough, but..." I snickered again.
"Well, how d'you do it?"
I paused. I hadn't thought about it before. "I dunno, it's just... natural. Six brothers, pirate family," I shrugged. "It's sort of necessary. Don't s'pose you'd ever have to use your tough face."
Allon chuckled. "S'pose not."
The sun was just starting to come up. The sky was lightening, a few stars still shining. Tearing my eyes away from the sight, I turned back to Allon.
"Now, see how this tendon is sticking out? Yes, that one, there in your wrist- you're over-tensing. Try to loosen it without totally going limp- yes, like that!" I smiled and demonstrated the punch-kick for him. He repeated it. It wouldn't do quite the damage mine would, per se, but it would hurt.
We were making progress, definitely.
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