Fight for everything you're worth? You're not worth much to begin with.

Your anger drives you.

Wh- girlfriend?

A boxer can tell when a punch is coming, and with Clarice's form? Eddie tenses her abs just as the blow's going to hit. "Jesus-" She slaps an open palm against the inside of Clarice's wrist - not hard enough to bruise, just enough that it would sting someone who could feel it.

"NO M'FINE." Sniff. "Okay so. So make that fist and swing it like you're punchin' someone."

[going to cry]

"W-WHO TOLD YOU M'DUMB AS SHIT..."

"GIRL I'M DUMB AS FUCK."

"I don't even know what you're talkin' about!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

"Quit yellin' at me!!"

"Look. Do you want me to try to explain how bad I am at explainin' shit or do you want me to ex. Explain. Hang on-"

"Y'know, that's... fair enough. Don't tuck it [inside your fingers,] here..." She steps in to adjust her hand, moving the stray thumb to fold under the knuckles on the bottom of the fist instead. "See? Holds the fist together better too, or somethin'."

I can fix them.

||i sleep, replies tomorrow when I'm not working or doding groceries

"Oh. YEAH. LET'S GET STARTED. Alright, show me a fist. Don't tuck your thumb or you'll put pressure on it when you hit 'em and hurt yourself."

WHU–

Ohhhhh. ...That's pretty damn smart.

Sure, but would you want hehr in that close that long when she might not know if someone pulled a knife? I think I got some time, I'm pretty sure Cienn fired me or somethin'.

Maybe the professional should teach that one? Also I don't think you wanna teach her haymakers, that's a bigass swing they'll see comin' and they only work well if they can't stop ya, like Trevor throwin' his weight around. She's a lil thing, you want her gettin' in too fast for 'em to swing back.

Nah, you can make it.

Hear me out.

I think a pizza could fix me.

A: Why do you refuse to care about things? B: The more you care, the more you have to lose. A: The less you care the more you lose yourself.

||that's it *explodes your follower account with my brain*

Dunno if I can punch [that...]

Not a word of that's a lie.

Seems like thinking's hard enough for her already, don't it?

Yknow. Good for her.

I mean. He was a phantom for a bit there.

I ain't sayin' she should do it to [you] ya bighorner!!

Hey, the woman got results.

I dunno man, we could really use some guys' arms cut off right now

Yeeaaah it's so- FUCK you're right. I'm in I'm focused, I need somethin' t'punch.

You think I ain't distressed?? Girl, we got two fists and a shiny stick against guns and fire, and I gotta try not t'stare at your butt through all this.

Well, maybe I wanna. Not that you're a damsel in distress or nothin'!

From drinkin' or fightin'? Y'look damn good, either way. And if y'need a quick getaway, I can always throw ya over my shoulder and book it. (Even running like hell, she's grinning.)

Hell yeah.

That sounds badass... Sounds like you just need a big ol' distraction runnin' by ya. Two of us could keep 'em on their toes better'n one.

Sure could use a power fist. Never made it to that merchant down the way... What've you got, anyway?

This? This is just to throw. Never was much good with a melee weapon, can't get a feel with 'em.

Pick one and start fuckin' swingin'.

Hell, ain't much, but I hope y'find somethin' if you're lookin'. Maybe like, a bowtie?

....We could probably rig up a big tent in'ta pants for you...

Okay. What now.

(Grinning) Made [everything] look good, if y'don't mind my sayin' it.

It's a damned nice dress.

That's real fuckin' cold, Christ...

OH. God, yeah.

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...Well, uh....... 'bout that....