light_a_spark | MCA #10 - Saturday morning

MCA #10 - Saturday morning

The bed Roy woke up in was rather big, but big beds were fun and he wriggled away from the girl sleeping beside him to inspect the heap of kittens lying at the foot of the bed. Dee got up to inspect him back and her whiskers tickles his cheek and nose, making Roy giggle.

"Stop that! It tickles."

((For the apartment owner.))

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Roy more flinched and jumped sideways than try to block it.

Aly frowned. "I thought your brain was going to stop it."

"I moved aside!" he pointed out.

"Wouldn't have if I were swinging harder," she replied.

"Fine," he braced himself. "I'll stop it."

"With your brain?" Aly asked, wanting to be clear.

"Yes," he said, because he didn't quite know how else.

"Okay."

And Aly swung the stick again, faster this time.

But at least he brought the sword up to block this time too. "Ha!"

"Those were your muscles!" Aly said, frowning.

"My brain made them do that," he pointed out.

"Well, yeah, but you said your brain by itself could stop it!"

"Nah huh," he shook his head.

"Anyway, you gotta practice lots and lots," Aly said.

"But I blocked it!" he pointed out.

"Yeah, but I wasn't really trying to hit you," Aly defended.

"Oh. Okay," he frowned. "You shouldn't hit me for real."

"I don't wanna hit you," she said. "You don't play around with swords."

"I'm not playing," he pointed out as he held the sword back out for her.

"I know," Aly said, taking the sword back carefully. "You could learn with me maybe?"

"Okay," he agreed, for some reason glad to have come to a truce. "What's next?"

"I gotta learn how to use knives too," she said. "And fight with my hands and feet."

He watched her curiously. "Who are you going to fight?"

"Any bad guy," Aly said quickly. "Anyone who needs beating."

"That's a lot of people," he nodded seriously.

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