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WHO: Jeff & Ramir
WHERE: some private room in a gym, Heropa
WHEN: 1/11, 1PM oh god too many 1s
WHAT: jeff makes weird requests, apparently
WARNINGS: probably not!

[ The gym isn't far from Krakatoa, where Ramir seems to spend 90% of her time, so she's there pretty fast. She's seated on a bench in the private room she'd grabbed for them, dressed her her usual, totally un-gym-ready clothes. She swings a leg casually, glancing now and then at the clock in the corner of her comm as she scrolls through the network. She won't bat an eye over weird requests, but time has become a little more valuable to her lately. He better not be late. ]

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[Well, he's sort of on time and that'll have to do. Not hideously late, at least, but not exactly dead on the mark either. Jeff' s a busy guy too, he's got work, and people to boss around, and places to travel! Oh, woe is him for being paid crap loads of money while being self-employed, life is so tough.

He's here now! Dressed in more appropriate t-shirt, sweatpants and sneakers combo with a gym bag over a shoulder, looking like just another dude here to get ripped.] Hey, you.

[Dumping the bag down unceremoniously.]

[ Oh good, she doesn't have to disappear and stand him up. She tucks her communicator away with a bright smile, sitting back more comfortably on her claimed bench. ]

Wow, someone looks gym-ready. What a nerd.

[Oh, sweet jesus, he hasn't been called nerd in a while. Self consciousness rising, and yet!]

Whatever. I just don't wanna ruin a good suit, is all. [He's also apparently going to give a strip tease as he tugs his t-shirt over his head and slings it in the corner with his bag.] You're the nerd.

[ Oh. That's nice. She's quick to cross one leg over the other, the better to have somewhere to rest her elbow as she leans her chin into her hand and unabashedly watches the show. ]

Cutting comeback, Winger. So anyway, do you wanna literally do an arm wrestling match, or was that a weird metaphor for something else?

Uh, weird metaphor. Kind of. I've got a power I figured I actually need to start practicing with. I just don't even know where to begin. Thought maybe someone like you could at least keep it at bay... I dunno. This is probably a dumb idea.

[No shame in standing around shirtless, more than welcoming of the attention. It might help, actually.]

Edited (i just dont even english) 2016-01-11 23:00 (UTC)

[ god, the caginess is killing her. She rolls her eyes with a heavy sigh, and gestures a go ahead roll of her hand. ]

You thought right, I'm pretty much the best around for powers stuff. Now come on, fucking out with it before I retire and die of old age. What's the power?

[Eye roll! Omfg so rude.]

Fine! [A heavy sigh because this is way too much effort. Why can't his life just be easy?] Y'know hulking, right? It's just... that. I get out of control, I get 'roided and smash crap up. Eventually I wanna control how it happens, but right now I guess just focusing some of that strength would be useful. Probably. I have literally like no experience with this kind of thing.

[ She is at least marginally aware of hulking. She cocks her head a little, staring at him dubiously. ]

So... you get uncontrollably pissed and hit shit? [ She considers it a few seconds, then finally stands up from her bench with a shrug. ] I mean, I've already babysat one friend through that. Just promise me you won't run off and disappear, and that I won't be responsible for any property damages.

I can't promise you I won't run off, but I won't hold you liable for the damage I cause. [He's already forked out way too much cash for the shit he's smashed up in the past. Money just to keep the natives quiet, because who wants news spreading of an imPort going on rampages and breaking shit?]

And I warn you, it's not exactly rage that fuels me.

[Rolling his shoulders as if he's readying himself.] Just... compliment me.

[ She's about to agree that sure, that's probably fair enough in terms of promises as long as she's not responsible, but the request thoroughly sidetracks her. He did say it was weird, but she wasn't expecting this kind of weird. She stares for a good few seconds, wondering if maybe she'd misheard that. Some part of her knows she hadn't. ]

Wait... what?

[Yeah, he figured that might be the reaction he got.]

And this is why I need to work on this power. Running around shouting for people to compliment me isn't gonna work at a time of crisis. [Controlling his ego is so hard, though.]

I just need a boost up. Just tell me how great I am and really mean it.

[ She's starting to grin. Is she actually hearing this right after all? ]

How will you know if I mean it?

Because even the most elaborate lies have some truth to it. I know, deep down, you mean it. [He knows he's awesome already, he just needs reminding.]

Look, if you're not up to the task, I'll just call a friend to boost me up.

No, no, I got this.

[ She waves a hand to dispel that idea, because there's no way she's letting someone else have a shot at this weird moment.

She steps back, looks him over thoughtfully, and starts out: ] You've got great hair.

Seriously? C'mon, I'm standing here half naked and the best you got is my hair?... Which is great, I'll give you that. But why is it great? I already know I'm amazing, but why am I amazing?

[Every little helps, he'll add that tiny thought about his amazing style to the bank of ego and collect it soon enough. Hopefully, when he has better control over this bullshit, he'll be able to save these barely there compliments over time and unleash them at will. One day. Maybe. Hopefully.]

Jeez, fucking greedy. [ She looks amused, though. This is all novel enough that she's willing to put up with it. ]

By the way, how often do you work out? Because speaking of half naked, your pecs look great. Do you cut glass with those lines?

[Oooh, yeah, that hits the spot just fine. She earns a growing smirk as he rolls his shoulders, letting the compliment sink in and morph itself into more self-confidence.]

I know, right?! They're pretty much the best pecs out there. What else, though? You're doing great.

[ Man, she really hopes she gets this figured out. As amusing as it is, there's no way she's doing this more than once. She just shakes her head and keeps on: ]

And that manly fucking chin. God, it's like a sculptor put that one together, chiseled. And always with just the right amount of stubble going on, did you train it to do that for the ultimate rugged look? I bet you did. There's another one in your favor.

Mmyeah, yeah that's... [Rolling his shoulders and sloooowly closing his eyes as he lets all that sink in. The hands at his sides start clenching and unclenching as a tension tugs at his muscles, like his hold body is preparing for attack.] Almost. I'm great. I'm so great, right?

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