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Five. Four. Three. Two. One. Rest.

Oh sure, Raph could be working out back in Tortall. It's not like there isn't any number of errands, tasks, or chores that he could do that wouldn't result in the exact same amount of exertion. It's just that here in Milliways? He can take a scaldingly hot shower afterwards. The draw of a place with a nigh unlimited amount of hot water is a powerful draw indeed.

He takes advantage of the rest period to shift his position on the work out bench and adjusting his grip on the bar resting on the pins above his chest.
Only four more sets at this weight, and he's done.

Date: 2010-01-07 03:07 am (UTC)
try_corsets: (How to handle a sword)
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Would a pirate lie?

Elizabeth wisely refrains from posing that question aloud.

"Oh, but I did."

She circles back around, eyes finding and holding his.

"I sent Jack to the Locker."

And helped retrieve him, but that's hardly the relevant point.

Date: 2010-01-07 03:38 am (UTC)
try_corsets: (You amuse the pirate)
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"I did what was necessary."

Elizabeth holds her breath, waiting to see if her gamble pays off... and it does.

Amusement softens her expression.

"So the way I see it, you owe me a favor."

Date: 2010-01-07 03:49 am (UTC)
try_corsets: (Thank you)
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It wasn't a matter of Jack making her angry. It was a matter of survival.

"No, he didn't. We rescued him."

She blinks, face maddeningly blank.

"Then we have an accord?"

Date: 2010-01-07 04:10 am (UTC)
try_corsets: (Captain)
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"Good."

Excited anticipation flashes in her eyes.

"Either I or Mr. Gibbs will deliver what you need in a few days." A small smile. "And I will leave you to your... heavy lifting and offensive noise."

Date: 2010-01-07 04:18 am (UTC)
try_corsets: (Over the shoulder)
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Already on her way out the door, Elizabeth stops and glances at him over her shoulder.

"I think I will."

Beat.

"I'll enjoy proving it to you at the baby shower."

And she's gone.

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