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#𝟎𝟎𝟑.
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★ ⋆ 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐞 ⋆ ★
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★ ⋆ ━━ "Sooo," Johnny asks with an irregular sense of excitement. He carries a cup of water and a cloth for Jessie. He sits with her in front of the dojo, on the cement, sweat evident on Jessie's clear skin. The sunset making her glisten in his eyes. "How'd it go?"
Jessie had just finished an hour long practice of sword fighting with Kenshi and she was worn out for the most part. Her arms were sore, too heavy to lift itself. Sweat was getting the clothing she wore, stick to herself. She shivers in disgust as she feels it in every inch on her skin. It wasn't fun for her either, Kenshi did not hold back and didn't go easy on her. Said it was best for her. For what exactly?
Jessie groans and looks to the sky, with her hands holding her weight from the back. "Like I was fighting hell."
Johnny hands her the cup of water as he has his full attention on her.
"Thanks." Jessie acknowledges. She chugs the water swiftly. It is cold, full of ice, just what she needs. She moans with satisfaction. "Just what I needed."
