[Heng . Sen] This could've been an epic training montage

It had been some time.

But not nearly long enough for Sen. Such an embarrassing situation to have been stuck in. Trapped in a cellar with some smelly old fossil and having to actually sit close enough to him to keep from freezing to death. YICK. But despite the turmoil he'd dealt with he actually hadn't spent much time thinking about it. He'd survived and hadn't seen Heng too much save for a few instances. He did find harassing him to be somewhat satisfying. So the old man wasn't a total waste.

But right now he was actually quite busy. Very busy in fact. So busy that his phone ringing was a bit if an aggravation that warranted an actual snarl of displeasure. Disentangling himself from his lovely and very compliant bed mate he begrudgingly grabbed the phone and swiped his finger across the screen in case it was a reap order. As his eyes roamed for the message icon and the name who'd sent it he cursed.

[ To: 2SEXY4U
From: chrysdamnthemum
Body: If you are not busy, I am at the training rooms right now. ]


REALLY? REALLY?!?! This guy was a literal cock block, and he wasn't even freakin here! He groaned angrily and dragged a hand down his face. Of course Heng would come bothering him when he was about to score. OF COURSE. He was starting to wonder if his phone had been bugged but then he didn't seem bright enough for such a plan so if anything he'd hired someone.

Shaking the thought from his mind he cursed again and rolled over to explain his sudden leave of absence. No hard feeling and a promise to hook up another day and he was soon up dressed and looked terrifically angry as he answered the text.

[ To: chrysdamnthemum
From: 2SEXY4U
Body: On my way you cock blocking Fossil. ]

Sure he could've stayed, but having to think about Heng in the middle of that was enough to chill anyone's passions to flash frozen vegetable.

Not long after the text was sent he came strolling into the training room and his first order of business was to flip him off. "You've got the timing of a nagging mother-in-law Fossil." Hands shoved in his pockets now he glanced around the room and back to him. "Well here I am." he was dressed in jeans, a red t-shirt that read 'I would cuddle you so hard' and a light jacket. Hardly workout material. He seemed unbothered by this though.

Sen's annoyed sneer only intensified as Heng asked what his text had meant and then had the nerve to look disapprovingly at his attire. WHAT? He facepalmed, the audible slap resounded in the silence. Slowly he dragged his hand down his face and glowered at the man. "I am very, VERY bothered." he all but growled. "And even more so because you don't seem to have a freakin clue as to why. Well let me enlighten you. Cock blocking means you got in the way bro. As in I was in bed. With a woman. I don't know what you called it the last time you breathed in and out but I call it scoring. And I just hit negatives on the score board." His hands were shoved angrily into his pockets as he grumbled under his breath.

"And I left because you ruined the mood. How was I supposed to get my groove on after having to think about you. And since I was so ticked I just decided to come here since you thought it was a good idea to come a calling." He sighed, obviously exasperated but it was too late to undo it. His day was ruined so why not come down here and give the reason for it a hard way to go? "And don't look at my clothes like that. I wear what I want Fossil." He was in a foul mood and that was putting it lightly. Unbeknownst to Heng the shorter man actually didn't own one piece of active wear. Why dress in sweats if he didn't have to? And so he didn't'

What was he smiling about? Stupid old man. Whatever the reason he was annoyed. And the smile evolved into laughter and the shorter man just glowered angrily at him. There really wasn't much to say to his comments. It was the truth no matter how much he was loath to admit it. Had his phone been shut off he'd have not been pestered. But he'd not missed a reaping since he'd come here so missing one was out of the question. The thrill of the job was tantalizing sure, but having been chosen to do this at all still made him feel so necessary. it was an odd sensation that he wasn't really capable of explaining so he didn't even bother saying a single word about it.

Instead he huffed and shoved his hair back out of his face and swiped his phone on. He pushed a few buttons and then shoved it back in his pocket. "Well consider yourself muted old man. Now, are you gonna stand here and keep yuking it up or are you gonna get on with this." His arms folded over his chest as he glared pointedly at the man. He was annoyed, but mostly he was just confused as to why this guy hadn't decked him yet. It always happened and now that it wasn't he was unsure of how to go forward because not only had he not hit him yet he was asking for his company which was strange to him.

Why would any guy want to willingly deal with his attitude, sharp tongue and over all presence? as far as he could figure Heng was either too dumb to notice or some kind of long lost saint. And if the fossil had to be in charge of something it would have to be manners. The patron saint of politeness.

"I know that, but I don't own sweatpants or anything of the sort. Not anymore. When I died and came here I never imagined I'd need to bother with anything so strenuous." Sen replied with a huff. He'd ask if the Fossil had anything but he'd rather not wear his clothes. They'd be huge on him anyhow. He'd used to own a few pairs of relaxed wear, But he hadn't bothered to acquire any since he'd died. Idly he wondered if he could still get his old clothes from home. Would his parents find them missing?

Refocusing on Heng he looking unsure of this whole training thing. Had he just asked him on the fly randomly before that whole cellar fiasco he'd have blown him off entirely. But watching someone else regardless of who they were throw themselves in the line of fire for him tended to have some long term effects on his psyche. While he'd always had a way with the ladies men had generally trampled over him. He wasn't very tough and hardly manly and his rude, condescending attitude usually got him knuckle sandwiches. So why was this guy so different? Maybe that was ultimately why he'd shown up today, passing up on a good lay to figure this weirdo out. Which bothered him somewhat to come to that realization.

The question Heng asked caused him to pause. Hand to hand or weapons? He doubted he'd be good with either. And this weird spear of his was longer than he was tall. “I have no idea really. I just know I’m good at dodging and running away.” His hands raised as his shoulders shrugged in defeat and he grinned impishly. “You’re the master here right? What do you think would work better for me?”

After Sen kicked off his shoes with little complaint. He'd always kinda preferred a barefoot status anyhow having run all over his birth city with not so much as a sandal on most of the time. Also he knew these Asian types were all about shoelessness. So not surprised and not bothered. Hand to hand. He was quick and small, his advantage to some degree. But he lacked any power and no skill so kind of a moot point really. But a training they did go.

The sparring taught them many things. Notably that the smaller man fought dirty, often taking whacks at Heng’s shins, trying to stomp on his feet and jab at him with his little elbows. Had there been sand and dirt he’d have kicked it in his face. Also his defense sucked. While his dodging was above par his ability to take a blow was another story altogether. Even if the tall china man went easy on him the shorter man came away from each blow to blow with a hand pressed to whatever he’d just injured and hissing and cussing up a storm. Some words about Heng being a freaking great wall of fossil was muttered at one point.

Despite his crass mannerisms, attitude and harsh words though he seemed… complacent with this happening. His bluster was usually much more venomous. Not that his coarse language had stalled any but the tone was noticeable if one were to pay attention to how he was saying things rather than what he was saying.

Even he had his limits though and after one last face off he held his arms up in an x sign in front of his face. “No more fossil I can’t keep this up any longer I’m too delicate for this sweaty crap.”

Sen looked tuckered out as he stood and stretched, holding his side and wheezing a little at the cramp he was suffering through. A towel was tossed his way which he failed to catch with his hand and instead his face picked up the slack and his vision was blotted out by a veil of white fluff.

“HA, HA.” he grumbled before reaching up to pull the offending rag off his head but didn’t seem as put out about it as he’d sounded. As Heng spoke he listened but kept his gaze on his hands as he flexed them open and closed, trying to gain some feeling back in his fingertips. The critique of his fighting style was met with a dry laugh as he shrugged his shoulders.

“Well as you can gather I have no formal training. More of a lover than a fighter type. But what I do know I learned through experience. I may have never taken my opponent out but I sure as heck didn’t go down without getting in a few good licks.” He replied simply. Getting roughed up by jocks twice his size because he never learned to shut his mouth had kind of been the norm.

“As for next time, I’ll remember to turn my phone off.” His voice broadcasted his annoyance as he let a hand sit on his hip to continue to support his side and look as miffed as he’d felt coming in here. He was still ticked about having his fun cut short but he supposed it wasn’t every day someone cared enough to teach him a few moves.

One of Sen's eye brows quirked up a bit at the question. It wasn't a surprise he was asking he supposed but he wasn't sure how he felt explaining it. The whole emotional exchange had never been his forte, hence his odd disconnect with people when it came to anything past the more basic frames of any type of relationship. Running a hand through his own hair to get it out of face he shrugged his shoulders a bit and offered him a bitter smile.

"I'm not a solider, no way. Not into that kind of strict, tyrannical set up. They'd have to kick me out for sure." He replied laughing a bit at the absurdity of himself in any type of uniform. Even imagining it was enough to make him shudder. "No, I learned to fight because I got beat up a lot. Being a guy who's into clothes and accessories isn't cool anywhere when you're a kid. So I got bullied. A lot. And obviously I wasn't built for rough housing." He said as he gestured to his lithe body structure and glanced to the nearby wall. "So I just learned to hit what I could because if I was getting my lights knocked out I was at least gonna return some of the pain." After that he turned his gaze back to Heng and shrugged his hands up to his shoulders and grinned although it wasn't a nice one. "And that's about it. No professional training here."