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Excerise is good for you! [Open!]

While Diana was never one for overly exercising, usually doing just enough to keep herself in her wonderful curved shape, she did see that the whole ‘clears your mind’ thing was somewhat accurate.

And her mind felt very crowded. Plus, she couldn’t argue the disadvantages of being in top physical condition when the ship went to heck for the millionth time.

So, she deck out the sensorium into her own gym. A bit of running, then maybe some swimming with Jinx if she texted her to come over.

True, by the end of this day she’d most likely be over worked, sore and far too tired, but that almost meant she’d want nothing more than to drift into a dreamless sleep without any weight of past event or futures worries.

Provisions had recently discovered the wonders of sky dancing and so spent him time diving and twirling in the air high above Diana’s head, apart from when she was shooting, then he would peck at the ground near her feet to avoid the possibility of stray bullets.

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Hit Girl was not the type to make herself known when she was entering the seSensorium: she know how private she wanted to be when it came down to it, and after her beating by the Overlord, she was cautious. But of course it wasn't anything like that: it was Diana, the temptress of a waitress, taking shots.

And Hit Girl liked this.

"Gotten better," she remarked. "If you hadn't, I would have stopped the sessions. I knew you'd be stubborn enough to get it."

And don't mind her bruises and cuts: its Hit Girl, after all.

Diana lowered the gun and turned to face Hit Girl, flirty smirk slipping onto her face. "Thanks cutie, nice to see you."

Provisions used the time to fly over to Hit Girl and land on her shoulder, nuzzling her cheek with his feathery head and gurgling in greeting. At first, the bird had been very cautious around the purple haired girl, but after figuring out it was the same girl who he'd seen regularly when Diana had to carry him around and bring him to work as a chick and fledgling, he'd become alot more affectionate.

"That's me, very stubborn. I'm glad you're the same though, otherwise if you cancelled class I wouldn't get to see you as much." It was a tease, of course, because Diana would see Mindy regularly at work and in her leisure time occasionally, but she had to admit, meeting Mindy when she was Hit Girl was rather fun, if only because the younger girl tried to separate the two identities in a way Diana only found amusing.

At this point, the way Diana greeted her actually started to become very familiar to her. It used to drive her crazy, as not even her own girlfriend greeted her that way, but since there was obviously no way for her to stop it, she let it go.

And yes, it was an ego boost, but she didn't go into that.

The bird, she admitted, she'd grown fond of too: she had never had a pet before, and really? It would have been helpful back when she was being raised, considering all she had been through. Then again, where she was from likely they would have used that as leverage anyway. In this place, it was comforting.

"Yeah, what the hell. I missed you too, temptress," she shot back, amused. "And now I know all that teaching wasn't in vain. Good too: I don't wanna have to go and pick up your brains off the floor if some new bullshit happens on the ship."

Which was really code for her saying she'd be really sad if something happened to her.

"How you holdin' up?"

Diana chuckled. "I just love it when you call me that, Boss~" She got far too much enjoyment out of playing with Hit Girl.

At the concealed concern from Hit Girl, something akin to endearment flashed across Diana's features before she raised her gun to start shooting once again, knowing the bangs wouldn't bother Hit Girl in any way.

"You know me, I'm always just peachy."

"Now that you mention it, I don't mind being called boss," Hit Girl retorted, giving the girl a grin. "I've been called worse, and by way fucking uglier people."

It was a compliment! Kind of!

"Yeah, whatever. You know I was going to be worried. After Howard and Cedric croaked, it became a big thing to make sure you don't die on me. But you don't need me talking about it. Continue."

"Cutie boss, it is." Diana smirked, letting off a few more rounds, catching the outer rings of her target, a teasing note in her voice. "And thanks for the compliment, I've had better but it means so much coming from you."

"It's always nice to know you're worried about me." She continued firing until the clip in the handgun was empty before turning to smile at Hit Girl again. "Actually, since I've not seen you in awhile, why don't you come over here, cutie boss, and give me a quick catch up session?"

Of course she would say something like that. It was Diana. Seriously, she never thought she could resent being cute so much in her life. Then again, something like that would have been funnier if she WASN'T in Hit Girl regalia.

"Yeah well, its not like I can afford to lose my waitress at the Cafe since my cook is already MIA, right? And he was all bragging in his skills and everything. I was actually looking forward to trying more of his stuff."

She imagined the handgun, and it was in her hand. Something felt...different, like almost as if the gun was the lightest thing in the world. Hit Girl looked dubious about this, but shrugged and fired off a few shots.

But it was different. It was as if time wasn't going fast enough, and in the blur of an eye she'd fired the whole clip and met her mark, but much faster than she had EVER before.

"What-" she stammered, then thought about it. She'd had that hand before. Was this the cause?

"It might be worth it to see your skills in the kitchen, I know I can't wait."

Diana raised her eyebrows, genuinely impressed with Hit Girls efficiency, not that it was going to stop her from teasing.

She put on a fake half-pout, sighing dramatically and placing her hands on her hips. "You can't let me have one thing, can you? You just had to show me up."

Seeing Hit Girl's own surprise she cast her a questioning look. "Something wrong?" Another smirk. "Did you forget how good you were? You're such a modest one."

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"I've never been this fast before," she muttered. "I've been quick, hell, I move damn fast when push comes to shove, but nothing like this. Was it that Mercer fight?"

Some of it was, but it was really the other fights too. Between that guy that was a kind of power ranger or something and the last fight, she had to use the hands ability to fight them.It was all about channeling strength and using this extra part of yourself: in a way, like flexing. What Hit Girl hadn't realized was what she would do when she lost those powers.

She started. "Hey, I'm no supe or a mutant. I'm proud enough of what I do, but that doesn't mean I can't still get better."

So no kissing her own ass, not now. If someone else wanted to do it though, who was she to object?

Diana just pulled a bemused look. "I'm going to be honest, cutie." Well, honest for Diana anyway. "I'm not entirely sure what you mean by 'Mercer' fight, but I will admit you're great at what you do."

Smirking, she reached up and touched Hit Girl's cheek with her fingertips. "Though, we're both pretty skilled at what we do."

"A few days ago I had to fight in a tournament," she explained. "And there were all these different guys there. The first one I had to fight was this fuck with a claw hand who put me through the ringer. Clawed through the ground, knocked me hard a few times, pretty nasty guy. Finally wore him down and took him out with explosives."

At the touch, she chuckled. "Yeah, I've started to realize that. For all I know, they might come in handy one day, with an enemy."

"Wow, a tournament. That sounds very interesting." Rolling her eyes, Diana spoke in a tone that cleary expressed the opposite of what she actually said. At Hit Girls declaration of victory though, she resumed smirking and regained interest in the conversation. "Explosives? Wow, cutie boss, is there anything you can't do?"

"Trust me." She leaned her face in closer. "It's more than handy."

"It's more nerve wracking when you're actually in the tournament rather than just watching it," she said, shrugging, then lifted he mask, which had the remains of a bruise on her right eye. "Got lots of marks all over for it too. Couldn't even walk well after it, it was so intense."

Of course. "Yeah? Like how?"

"As you can probably figure out, I'm not one for tournaments in general." She gestured to her own curved body. "But I'll be sure to cheer you on."

Diana reached her hand up to Hit Girl's cheek and softly brushed the bruised area under eye with her thumb before moving her lips to touch them against the marked skin in a featherlight way in something that wasn't quite a kiss. "Like that." She pulled back, eyelashes stroking across Hit Girls cheek as she did, that sly look on her face.

"It's not something everyone can do," Hit Girl said, reaching her hand up in an attempt to out the mask back on. "And sometimes not really something you should. But I made it out all ri-"

And then she did that, which left Hit Girl quiet a moment before finally breaking the silence with a chuckle. "You know, I used to flirt a little, before I started to get into Ruffnut. I gotta say, you put me to shame."

Having that body of hers definitely helped too.

Diana was pulling a smug smirk when Hit Girl was silenced. "It's a shame you stopped, I would have loved to see it." She said, looking rather amused. "It would've be interesting to see you try and pull off something other than cute."

She shrugged. "It was mostly for fun. Besides, I always liked people freaking out about it more than anything."

With that reply, though, she gave Diana a smirk. "Oh I can pull it off, but there's only one person that gets to see it."

Chuckling, Diana rolled her eyes and began playing with the empty clip of her gun. "I think I can guess that one, the famous Ruffnut that you brag about so much."

In response to that, a new blank, holeless enemy appeared, and he was shot down in a matter of seconds, Hit Girl blowing the smoke away idly.

"Damn right. Of all the people on the ship I might want, a crazed viking with bad hair and freckles was who I wanted. But hell, you'll have to see her for yourself, and you'll know why I'm with her."

"Well then, introduce me. You keep saying I should meet her but it's still not happened."

Yes, she'd actually caught occasional glimpses of Ruffnut, usually when the viking dropped by the cafe to see Mindy, but they'd never gotten past casual nods of acknowledgment.

Putting on her sly, teasing voice again, Diana continued. "I'm beginning to think you're making her up to try and make me jealous, boss."

"Hey man, we get fucking busy!" She insisted. "We have a whole fucking castle to to clean up, worse off thanks to those asshole robots from before, we still train a shit load, I have the cafe, and with all that there are missions. We barely get to have time together."

Almost, anyway.

"In your dreams," she said, smirking. "I'd be flirting it up right along with you if Ruffnut wasn't here? Why not? You're not in it to be serious, and for someone like me, that works fine. But then she came and...well, she changed all of that."

"Why don't you just call her over while we're working at the cafe? It's not like we're ever swamped."

Diana couldn't help rolling her eyes at that little speech. "Of course, the whole 'she's the one' thing." She twirled a lock of her hair around her finger idly, clearly unimpressed by tales of love and affection. "They have a name for that kind of thing, 'puppy love' I think they call it."

"I'll see what I can do. I never know what that girl is going to be doing sometimes."

She smiled to herself. That's part of the reason why, anyway.

"I kinda expect better from you than that, Diana," Hit Girl said, looking a little disappointed. "What the hell makes you think I'd be wasting my time with stupid shit like that? I have better things to do than indulge in half hearted hormonal crap. Never think I do anything not worth the effort again. It's insulting."

Which really, is actually another hidden compliment. What was Hit Girl doing at the moment? She was talking and going back and forth with Diana. Still, she was more than a little annoyed at the suggestion she didn't know the difference between fucking puppy love and what she had.

"I can't wait."

Diana's disinterest quickly turned to amusement at Hit Girls reaction, taunting smile spread across her face. "And I expect you to know how I work by now, cutie."

Provisions began making a noise that sounded exactly like a cackle at Hit Girls expense.

Hit Girl just gave her a look.

"Puppy love. Jesus. Guess I fell for that one. Then again, its not something I don't expect people to think."

Nevermind that those two were far from being in a stage like that. Apparently Hit Girl was far more sensitive than she thought.

"No one ask you, birdo," she said to Provisions, sticking out her tongue in a moment of extreme maturity.

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