( week 1 ) monday morning, kaiba

[wristbands]

[chie has always woken up at the crack of dawn to get in a morning run; it's a habit that hasn't changed, even after her arrival at the motel. it's strange, really, to be doing something as innocuous as this in the situation the temporary residents of yuggoth have found themselves in. but at the same time, it's... a coping mechanism. she just doesn't know any other way, doesn't know how to deal with this otherwise.

in a clearing by the hunting lodge, she sits on a slightly rotted stump as she awaits her sparring partner. when he approaches, she stands up and folds her hands behind her back.]

You know, I don't think we ever introduced ourselves properly. It's not like we don't know each other's names, but... there's just something about actually exchanging that kind of thing on our own terms, right?

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[crushcard]

[ Chie will get a raised brow. He's fairly aware that he doesn't have a sparkling personality even on a good day, so he's... actually going to take that as somewhat of a compliment, actually. Seto himself has actually build his reputation on mostly being unapproachable and frightening, and making people nervous is somewhat of a specialty of his.

Even on the Dueling Arena, the theatrics and coming off as intimidating was a necessary tool to help him win.

He'll shrug. ]

Run-of-the-mill? I highly doubt most of our group here are run-of-the-mill in this place.

[ At least, purely based on the people that he's interacted with this week, so far. But he won't push her to divulge whatever secrets she may be keeping, since he's got his own to keep anyway.

But they're not really here to make small talk, so he's going to move back to stand opposite her, shifting into a beginning stance.

A smirk. Come at him, Chie. ]

[wristbands]

[she's not going to lie, he does have that air about him. she was highly intimidated upon their first meeting—who wouldn't be? but, hey, he's presented himself so far as a relatively decent guy...]

Yeah, but... y'know, comparatively.

[to be honest, though, she'd be more willing to share deeper things about herself with him. perhaps it's just a side effect of being roommates, but even beyond that, the respect she has for someone willing to spar with her is tantamount.

that being said, seeing him ready himself up is enough to dispel her embarrassment; fighting is definitely more comfortable to her than talking about herself. her sheepish smile morphs into a cheeky grin, as she also begins to roll up her sleeves and square up.]

You better remember your promise not to hold back!

[and with that, she takes the opportunity to try and land the first strike, coming at him with a kick aimed at his waist.]

[crushcard]

I never do.

[ It's growled. It's been a while since he's been in a sparring type of setting - based on his track record? The last times that he'd had to fight actively involved fighting to stay alive.

So it's no surprise that it shifts more towards battle instincts and not quite textbook judo throws, the way that Seto twists out of the way to narrowly evade her kick, his eyes narrowed when he shifts his back leg to widen his stance, provide more support. His hand shoots out to close around her ankle quickly, and he releases his grip with a slight shove, his aim more to throw her off balance than to actually cause damage, before he shifts back further, puts more distance between them.

She's going to have to rush him if she's going to want to land a hit on him. ]

Hn. You're going to have to come at me with intend to kill, Satonaka Chie.

[ He's still holding himself tense, alert, waiting for her next move. ]