maskormenacelogs | Use that head and stop to think a little

WHO: Agent Texas, Maya, Gregor Vorbarra, and Miles Vorkosigan
WHERE: DC7
WHEN: Sometime during the week, morning
WHAT: Tex wants to show off ~~her daughter~~ Maya at the feudal space lord house. Also sparring.
WARNINGS: Maybe cursing, will add if needed.

[ It's taken some scheduling, but Tex has a small smile hidden beneath her visor as she pulls up to De Chima 7 with Maya riding behind her. Having her along serves several purposes, a second set of hands every so-often while training would help things run more smoothly, Gregor and Miles had expressed interest in obtaining an endorsement for the Dendarii, and... Tex just plain wants Maya to meet the bunch of them. She's been spending enough time with them and their business venture has become more of her full-time job.

She slides off her bike and offers Maya a hand off if she wants it. A final warning about one of the trainees wouldn't hurt at this point either. ] Remember that Miles is the breakable one, but you don't need to go easy on him. He'll get pissed if you do and he has healers he can bring in if it becomes necessary. Just be careful not to cause any unnecessary breaks.

[ More because it wastes time than anything else. She's seen Miles break enough bones by now to get the impression the man is more than used to it and it doesn't phase him anymore. ]

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Is it really that bad? I've never heard of anything like that. You-- I-- he's really okay with me hurting him?

[That's what she's hearing. She's not worried when she trains with Riku or Kaneda or Tex-- she considers herself far too unskilled to do them any damage. They're strong and can take quite a few hits.

Taking Tex's hand mostly because she's a little too short to get off the bike gracefully on her own, Maya watches her balance carefully as not to fall.]

I guess it'll take some getting used to...

He's not okay with being hurt, [ she corrects quickly and helps Maya down before leading the way towards the house. ]

I'm just saying don't blame yourself if it happens. If you're worried about it, you can take on Gregor.

[ Miles is there to greet them at the door when they arrive. Standing at only 4'8" himself, he might be mistaken for a kid at first glance in his hoodie and jeans ... if not for his very definitely adult face. He brightens instantly to see the both of them, and takes in Maya's stature rather thoughtfully. Not that much taller than him. ]

Very brittle bones, miss. I'll be careful, but Tex is right. If you're going to blame anyone, blame the bastard who caused the issue in the first place.

[ He gestures the both of them inside. Thoughtfully, Miles and Gregor (but mostly Gregor) have set out refreshments. ]

[ Gregor makes for a stark contrast to Miles, 6'1" and in uninteresting loose black clothes suitable for sparring in. He's also every bit composed, a neutral, calm expression as his default, though it's not unfriendly.

He remembers Tex's words about Maya being a medium-- he has a rather encyclopedic memory for personal facts like that-- and can't help but be vaguely uncomfortable with the idea, he who has so many uneasy dead behind him. But Tex had reassured him it shouldn't come up spontaneously, so he he leaves the concern in the back of his mind, and steps out of the living room to greet them when Miles opens the door. ]

You can practice on me, [ he offers, in unintentional echo of Tex's words. ] It'll be a novel change for me after having Tex beat me into the dirt every week. [ Easy, self-deprecating humor there. ]

[Maya's proud to be taller than exactly one person here, but she swears, it's more a solidarity thing than anything. Really.]

Hey, c'mon, Tex is gentle.

[Maya has been training with Tex for months now.

Tex is not gentle.]

I've never really gone against anyone besides Tex and Riku before, so, I mean. I'm cool with practicing.

[Against any other imports, she means.]

[ She eyes the refreshments with some surprise as she enters. They put in extra effort for this, that's good. Ideally, she'd like both parties to make a good first impression. Maya's become important in her life and the Dendarii are becoming a bigger segment than she initially expected.

She flashes Maya a small smile and grabs a bottle of water from the small bounty of refreshments. ]

Greg doesn't bite and he doesn't complain if he gets slammed into the ground. [ A small pause as she pops the cap off the water bottle and takes a sip. She jerks a thumb over towards Miles as she says, ] I'll handle him.

You make that sound as if I bite. Or complain. I assure you I'll do neither.

[ A pause as he takes his own bottle of water, tucking it under one arm as he heads for the door to their backyard. ]

Unless you don't let me practice at all. Then I might.

[ There's a moment here in which, were it anyone else or were circumstances any different with Miles, Gregor would offer to pair off with him at some point, in dry assurance that he'll get some practice in. But practicing something like this could potentially lead to veritable wrestling, and that's the last thing he needs for his self-control.

Instead: ] No one would be foolish enough to leave you as an idle spectator, don't worry.

[ Gregor takes his own water bottle but is more sedate, taking one for Maya and politely offering it out to her. ]

Hey, I get it! I wouldn't wanna be left out, either.

[She gives the slightest bow of her head in appreciation to Gregor, taking the water and opening it, but not taking a drink until she's done talking.]

I'm on your side this time, Tex can't keep you out of the ring.

There's two of us and two of you. If you sat out, it'd be because you pissed me off enough to bench you.

[ Her words are teasing. Mostly. Miles hasn't managed to succeed to do that yet, but she wouldn't put it past him to achieve that one of these days. ]

I'll make sure we swap partners since Maya's so eager to keep you tagged in, Miles.

Use that head and stop to think a little

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