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Mar. 11th, 2015 11:18 pmWho: 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.
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.
