Aya Brea (
mitochondriaaya) wrote2012-10-17 01:39 am
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Marathon!
Aya had trained faithfully, just like she promised (and despite her period starting a few months after that promise. Really? She didn't need that!). The weights had been added by about the second month of training and she was really, really proud of her stamina!
And the marathon they'd chosen as their first was coming up this weekend, with fund raising as done by Elcy...and yeah. "Don't tell me you have to cancel!" she said into the phone, pulling one foot up to stretch out her thighs. "Don't! I can't go and do this alone!"
And the marathon they'd chosen as their first was coming up this weekend, with fund raising as done by Elcy...and yeah. "Don't tell me you have to cancel!" she said into the phone, pulling one foot up to stretch out her thighs. "Don't! I can't go and do this alone!"
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A lot.
"You know, I just hate cramps. All cramps."
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"I know." Dilan said, "But I'm not you. You're human."
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"Wait...does that mean I'm not working on my arms enough? Growing up sucks!"
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"Cramping can be a sign of it." Braig said, "Just keep taking care of yourself as best you can."
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"You'll like this Dilan, I gotta eat more meat for a while!"
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Braig looked at the two of them before starting the car, "Keep it up and we won't stop for a celebratory dinner at Wagner's."
"Shutting up!"
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"Ohhh, Wagners."
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"I don't think there is such a thing as a mini-Alnat, dude."
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"Dorks." It was loving, though.
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"Okay, Alnat. And we're good dorks."
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"Ooo, pass up hakama for me?" Dilan asked. Because changing clothing in a moving car wouldn't be at all distracting for the driver, no.
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Gleh, ace bandage marks and salty clothing stiffness! Yeah, they should have remembered their own clothes! Or...mostly their own. Aya was totally wearing whatever shirt Braig had grabbed for her, her own or no!
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Dilan wiggled out fairly easily and into new clothing with a sigh of relief. There were two of Dilan's shirts in the bag, one tank-top and one short-sleeved. She could wear either of those.
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It was a nice restaurant. The kind where there was no dress code purely because if you could afford to eat there, you could afford to dress however you wanted. Braig's family were well known, and the three kids were greeted with a smile.
"My, Dilan, you've gotten huge!"
"I know, right? I'm gonna have a lot of steak."
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"The chicken pie tonight is really good," the waiter confided.
"Ohhhh...and a couple baskets of fried samplers to share?"
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Dilan nodded, "Biggest steak, times two."
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Also? Breadsticks! Breadsticks with honey butter!
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"Although they're going to lose their shit over Dilan's new size."
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"Remember when people used to stare at us?" When they were all itty bitty and eating like black holes? "And double check all our orders with Elcy and Yinsi?" It was funny really! "Maybe you could have the places around your flat call the places here? Like dining references! And they shouldn't panic over Dilan he's not even eating triple anymore!"
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"Thanks, Aya." Braig said, sedately eating his tasty, tasty treat.
"Yeah." Dilan said, laughing, "It was pretty funny...hmm. We could do that..."
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