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Who: Aya and Eve
When: Some time after Eve turns eleven.
What: Just a normal day as Klamp's semi-daughters. Honest.

Aya counted to a hundred under her breath then did it again in Japanese and Latin just to be sure she wasn't jumping the gun here but, well, "look, I know you're new here in the gym, coach, but get your hands off my sister. She can do her own sensor pads." She didn't miss a beat on the treadmill, Klamp was a big believer in 'sound mind, sound body' and exceptional children should have even more exceptional bodies and such. What that really meant was they both had heavy exercise routines, and stopping now would just make all her daily exercises take longer. The new creepy guy was getting on her nerves something fierce though, and that was not alright.

And hey, better she say something now than let the coach try to get pads under her sister's shirt and have Eve bite the guy. Biting never ended well. "This is tech equipment Ms. Brea!" The coach sniffed, "I can't allow you two to decide how they're used!"

"That machine's been here longer than you have and it just monitors vitals. We've been applying our own pads for years now. Besides, you didn't offer to do mine did you? You just want to get your hands on my sister." Creeper.

Eve, good kid that she was, had stepped away while she distracted the coach and was applying her own sensor stickers. Good girl. "I'm not sure what you're intimating there Ms. Brea..."

"Intimating nothing. I'm stating that you should leave now and never interrupt our exercise time again because you like little girls."

"Why I ought..." The coach flushed red and darted a glance toward Eve, angry enough to lift a fist in the older girl's direction.

"Ought to what?" Aya asked mildly, keying the treadmill a notch higher on the incline.

"Teach you that it's bad manners to say such nasty things."

"Then don't do them." Idly she wondered what Klamp had been thinking hiring this guy when he was very obviously unsuited to working at a kid's school. Then again, this coach hadn't handled the actual classes, which meant he could have been brought in as a 'test'. Klamp also believed that a bit of adversity could hone thinking skills.

Sometimes she didn't like their guardian in the least.

"Now listen here, I was brought in to make sure you are physically capable young ladies and that means I can't have you undermining me. We're shifting your schedule, sparring after the treadmill, you'll show me what you know."

And by the sounds of him he was hoping to wipe the floor with her to teach her her place. Yeah, this was a test. "Of course sir." She nodded to her sister as she climbed on to the treadmill beside hers, grinning. "Yeah yeah, I should have let you bite him. Bet I can still get him out by dinner time." After all, defeated tests didn't stick around and she'd really like their old gym teacher back from vacation. "And besides, you got to beat the crap out of the last person thrown at us, it's my turn." Fair was fair.

All in all it was shaping up to be a rather normal Wednesday. Should she tell Klamp his tests were getting predictable?

Nah. He'd catch on eventually.

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Keeping one hand firmly attached to the treadmills left rail, Eve used the other to adjust the collar of her school issued military grey polo. Coming just short of picking the red K sewn into the fabric separating the arm from shoulder section, she pinched the uncomfortably annoying square hidden behind the letter with thumb and forefinger - before squeezing -- hard. Couldn't have anyone listening after all, could they.

"I can still bite him if you want" Eve chuckled, and meant it. She wasn't a baby anymore, or a little kid that needed everyone's help. She could put her own monitoring devices on her own self and on her own time. Even Aya had said so, and Aya was, by Eve's standards, the 'know-er' of all these things.

"But if you really want to teach him a better lesson... be my guest."

It was no secret that Eve didn't like fake nice people. Klamp, some of the doctors who treated Momma... their fitness trainer. Or that she used her older sisters judgement to separate friend from non-friend. It was a bit of a surprise however (to those who only saw a blue eyed, button nosed pre-teen at least) that when cornered, Eve could... and had... bitten a teacher. She'd also almost broken another's nose. Almost.

"He needs to stop being mean. 'Cause maybe one day he might be so mean that someone puts something in his bottle of water... right Aya?"

Well, there was still the cameras and such in the room but it was habit by now to break ever bug they found in their clothing. It reassured Klamp that they were staying alert, so he never punished them for it at least (not that his ideas of punishment were bad really) but it was the principle of the thing!

"Nah, you don't know where he's been!" Just imagine all the scuzzball germs the guy had! "And I doubt he'll last a week, you know how these things go."

"Big talk from the girl who wouldn't even get off the treadmill to get in my face," the trainer snorted.

"My exercise is important, your ego isn't," Aya shrugged.

"That's right, just keep talking." No wonder Dr. Klamp had to bring in a new trainer so quickly huh? The girls were little snots that needed a heavy hand on the reins.

"Thanks, I will!" Aya chirped sweetly and turned her attention fully back to Eve. "So how was science? I hear you got a new student in the lower levels?" If the trainer had half a brain he'd actually be impressed by how easily the sisters were running on the treadmill settings and carrying out a casual conversation without gasping for breath.

In amongst the sudden yet entirely warranted change of topic, Eve Brea pursed her lips together, an amused smirk holding back a torrent of vindicated laughter. Aya could be good at irritating others. Really good if the small vein popping from the guys head was any gauge. That made things awkward... but it also made them interesting.

"Science was... fine." A set of blue, observant eyes darted from Aya to trainer to Aya again.

"We're memorising.. uh..." Then once more, always watching, thinking.

"the periodic table of elements."

Eve had slowed to a walking pace, a pace she wasn't proud of, but thought it safer in case she had to pull a quick manoeuvre. If he tried anything, to Eve or her big sister, Eve wasn't going to be caught out.

“Emily -- can name -- 65 of them... Sir -- maybe we can -- do this -- later?”

"Not bad for a new kid," Aya noted, reaching over to key Eve's program a touch slower before the trainer could step up. She didn't trust him that close to her sister honestly. "Think we should teach her the element song to catch her up?"

The song had the added bonus of being upbeat, bouncy, and utterly annoying to adults. Also a great study aide!

"You want me to play favorites and shuffle your exercise routine?" The trainer smirked. "Laps in the pool for you next then, something gentle, keep you away from your brat of a sister getting licked in hand to hand."

"Hey..."

In an instant Eve's bemused look was replaced by one of belittled annoyance and anger. She threw the most indignant scowl she could muster their trainers way, and even if she wasn't sure what to say, or whether to say anything at all, she couldn't help want to something in retaliation. Her eyebrows knitted resentfully tight together. Her nostrils flared and blue-ish eyes filled with disdain, staring a hole right through the bully standing no less than five feet from her left side. For a moment Eve was ready to kick proverbial sand at his face and run, but consequences be damned, Aya had already claimed that. He was her bully. This was her lesson to teach.

"Aya's going to kick your butt you know that right? Don't come crying to me when she does. I'm not talking to you anymore." Words it was, and like any good pre-teen having a tantrum like out burst, Eve turned her head away in an obvious act of cold-shouldering. Stubbornly, she hmphed, nodded and she stabbed the opposite buttons Aya had.

"Aya." Eve's own treadmill started to speed up, the inclination rising so it sat just under Aya's usual setting. "We should show her the song. I think she would like that."

"Cool, we will then," Aya noted, ignoring their trainer completely in favor of getting her proper exercise done. And all he was now, besides her future opponent? Was a distraction. She was already looking ahead to the rest of the day without him.

And getting ignored by two brats? Well, that was too damn annoying to pass up. The trainer twisted a towel and snapped it toward Aya's legs, and she never missed a beat in jumping up, balancing in a handstand on the treadmill bars for a moment to dodge, then coming back down into her run. "How about after dinner tonight? She'll have free time and we won't have to be back at the main house yet!"