( 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]

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. ]