❛ oh, anytime ! ❜ mizuse immediately picks up on the gesture, swiveling to walk the opposite direction of the group of office employees. how are you doing ? a question EVERYONE is asking. it has the speedster internally grimace; however, her visage displays a nonchalant smile and a shrug of slender shoulders. she’s fine. she HAS to be. the continuous training seems like punishment after the incident she failed to stop in time, but it’s to just get better .. faster .. stronger, so she can next time right ? it's the reason she is in sentinel and not paragon. ❛ i’m doing just fine ! have they shown you the latest analytics from my training this week yet ? i’m totally kicking ass. ❜
"not so much a bribe but a guarantee," he teases. his laughter meets hers, a hearkening back to days of training. he will never deny the swell of pride as she takes on the role of sentinel, but he cannot ignore the twinge of sadness either. it happens with all his former trainees, but mizuse's training sessions were always a delight. challenging to develop, but always exciting to witness her execute.
kiran smiles as she holds the bag to him, plucking a gummy from the pack. "thank you -- for this and for your time." eyes flicking to down the hall to the other workers mingling, he tips his head the opposite way. let's walk and talk.
"i wanted to check in and see how you're holding up. really --- how are you doing?"
mizuse stops right in her tracks at the sound of kiran’s voice echoing down the hall. she pivots to face him with a grin, it continuing to grow across her visage at the sight of a bag of peach - flavored gummies revealed from within his pocket. ❛ oh ! thank you ! ❜ with an elated gasp, mizuse takes the bag from his grasp to admire its packaging. ❛ resorting to bribery to get me to stop for a chat ? ❜ the speedster jests as she flickers her gaze back up to kiran and opens the plastic to snatch a piece of candy and pops one into her mouth. mizuse then laughs as she adds, ❛ i always have time for you, kiran. ❜ she extends her hand holding the bag to offer him a piece.
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"mizuse, finally!"
he's a little breathless, having darted down the hall before the speedster could disappear. it still takes a few moments for his breathing to even, but as it does, he extracts one of her favorite snacks from the inside of his suit pocket.
"snagged this for you. got any time to catch up with your favorite trainer?"