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Talk Shit, Get Fit
Who: Wave and Knuckles
What: Knuckles teaches Wave fighting techniques
Where: The gym
When: August 17, early morning
Warnings: E for EXERCISE
Wave was exceptionally confident in her skills and abilities. That fact was undeniable. She knew she was an exceptional rider, an exceptional mechanic, and a genius to boot. She could take on anything on her Gear.
Off her Gear, though...
A fateful trip to the floating island taught Wave that her close quarters combat skills were lacking. Knuckles had offered to train her, although at the time her wounded pride prevented her from accepting. Time and reflection had a way of changing one's mind about things. It may have been against her ego, but she took him up on the offer.
The weight room was sparsely occupied at 6 in the morning. Either the meatheads hadn't arrived, or they were about to. Either way, she felt so out of place there, waiting for Knuckles to arrive.
What: Knuckles teaches Wave fighting techniques
Where: The gym
When: August 17, early morning
Warnings: E for EXERCISE
Wave was exceptionally confident in her skills and abilities. That fact was undeniable. She knew she was an exceptional rider, an exceptional mechanic, and a genius to boot. She could take on anything on her Gear.
Off her Gear, though...
A fateful trip to the floating island taught Wave that her close quarters combat skills were lacking. Knuckles had offered to train her, although at the time her wounded pride prevented her from accepting. Time and reflection had a way of changing one's mind about things. It may have been against her ego, but she took him up on the offer.
The weight room was sparsely occupied at 6 in the morning. Either the meatheads hadn't arrived, or they were about to. Either way, she felt so out of place there, waiting for Knuckles to arrive.
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"I-I'm fine. I just lost balance," she said. "Won't happen again."
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He stepped back a little too.
"....I'll get you another bottle of water. It's important to stay hydrated when you're training. Don't want you getting dizzy or anything."
That was probably the closest they had ever been, physically. (Why did she smell so good. That was weird.) Really, he didn't mind it. But he had to look at it this way: One! Tails was interested in her and he knew enough about friendship to know that he should feel stupid levels of guilt for not minding that she'd all but hugged him. (Even by accident.) Two! She was here to learn how to be a badass fighter, not to have him be OK with physical closeness.
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"So how often do we need to meet for this?" she asked him as he went to get water, grabbing a towel and wiping her brow, stretching her arms over her head to feel how stiff she felt.
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His answer would have been 'Every day and don't you dare skip even one session because I'm not interested in trying to toughen up a slacker!' five minutes ago. Even two minutes ago. Now he was kind of more like 'Oh, it was just one time. You're done. Come see me for a diploma later.'
But that wasn't fair.
"...every day. Same time. Strength isn't built in one morning, or four days a week. It's something you commit to every single day."
He tossed her a bottle of water.
"You think you can do some shadow boxing every night to keep limber and toughen up your muscles too? Or is that gonna be too much for you."
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".....see if you can drag Tails in with you some times. That kid could use a little training too. Don't want him gettin' soft on me."
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Even though this Tails was older than the one he was used to, it was hard not to think of him as a kid.
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So freakin' weird.
"It's easier if Robotnik is attacking. Or if you turn it into a project. Well, like training Emerl. Tails did that, too. Taught him some funny little moves."
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"Oh no! Here he comes again! Quick, show me how many pushups you can do!"
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"Yeah you do." he replied, acting like he didn't find the smell even a little bit interesting. "I'll catch you around, Wave."
He pulled another apple out of his bag and bit into it.
"...hey." he said, mouth full. "You did a good job today. Tomorrow's gonna be even better."
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