IT'S FUN TO LOSE AND TO PRETEND / SPAR

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    //please wait for TK-037 !


    "So I was thinking- and before you say anything, yes, I can think, but anyway, I was thinking we could do each other a favor." He dug his paws in as TK struck the dummy again, glancing out at him from behind its bulky torso. "So you could get me a little something-something," Kade paused, ducking back when the dummy reverberated with the force of the next hit before continuing. "Do that, and you can supervise me, because let's not kid ourselves here big guy, I'm gonna do it anyway. Might as well try it while you're around, yeah?" He couldn't see TK's face, though honestly that wouldn't be much help anyway. It'd just be nice if he didn't get shocked again. Kade could handle it just fine -he wasn't a baby- but that didn't mean it wasn't a little humiliating in front of so many people.


    "Thoughts? Suggestions?"

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    It is, naturally, difficult to think when being hit. Regardless of the barrier between them, the firm, solid weight of it, it must stagger him some. He must feel something, because Kade is certainly not thinking. TK-037 throws his weight into it, his shoulder slamming hard into the imagined enemy. The thought alone was– ridiculous. That he thought TK would even consider it was ridiculous. That he brought it up now was, once more, ridiculous. With one last hit, the bag trembling, he stills. And (ridiculously) he...does. Considers it, his head tipped to the side and electric eyes sharp where the smaller feline can't see them. Then he slams into the bag again. "I would suggest you remove these thoughts from your mind. It is unethical." He was right, though. He would find a way. How irritating.

    TK didn't answer immediately, which didn't really bode all that well- but it could also mean he was considering Kade's proposal, so honestly it was a bit of a coin-flip. Fifty-fifty chance of getting shocked, though it was probably more accurately 70/30 in favor of gentle electrocution. TK and his sparkle-toes trick. He had a problem.


    Grunting when more force struck the dummy, he slid back and then hurriedly returned to his original position, bracing firmly. Didn't do much when TK struck again. Huffing, he shoved the bag into TK's chest. "Unethical? Y'know, I'm sure somebody's said that about us, too. By just existing." Kade was frowning deeply, young face older.


    "That's not very cash money of you, TK."

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    There was aspect to the two new Cartellian's that Nyx wasn't sure he'd ever be able to place, and he wasn't even sure if asking the question would lead to an answer or just more questions. Were they family? Or was TK like Kade's bodyguard who just so happened to have a penchant for mild electrocution and 'The Law'? Whatever that meant anyways. It wasn't something keeping the savannah boy up at night, but it was irking him just a tad that the naturally inquisitive boy couldn't put a cork in his curiosity.


    Passing by, Nyx saw the pair practising their combat skills - it brought fond memories to the forefront of his mind that he quickly swept away in favour of approaching the pair. "What's unethical? Because in The Cartel, not really much off the plate." Well, much to a degree, but whatever the apprentice was alluding to didn't sound too murdery or anything. Violet gaze drifted to the training dummies pondering what kind of fate they were in for. Maybe an electrical show? Would be cool to see.


    " — Padding up besides his younger brother, Asimov let his tail brush up against the dark blue savannah cat in a sign of subtle greeting. To be honest, it was hard to see Nyx as a sibling. It was pretty damn funny to Asimov, though, that his father had came back to life, crapped out another litter, and then died. It would be comical if it weren't so tragic to Asimov; Suga had all the time in the world living once again, and he hadn't even bothered to speak to his son when he was right in front of him.


    Whatever. He had spent three fucking years of his life angry at Suga, it wasn't like anything was going to change. His scarlet gaze was quickly directed to the two, grinning as he watched them speak. They were always entertaining, and he thought the duo worked well together, even if they didn't ever agree on anything; it reminded him of himself and Breakout.


    Snapping back to the actual conversation at hand, Asimov nodded. "Yeah, I don't know what's 'unethical' anymore," He joked. "How's the training coming along? Nice to see some muscles up in here."