[PvP] Pony Up (Christof and Calder)

[Bilious]

His life had become a rigid routine. His friends were moving on... Graduation. Their own lives. Getting things in order... but Christof couldn't. Well, he very well could graduate, if he had put his mind to it, but what lay ahead for him outside of Amity's halls? It was here he had found himself. Here he had become the hunchback he was today. Here he had learned how terrible and unarguably dismal his future was- an Igor was a thing to be owned, whether his friends saw it that way or not... and the moment he graduated was undoubtedly the moment he would be up on the chopping block. To be sold... or worse. Scrapped for Parts if his existence thus far was deemed a failed experiment.

He should have been counting his lucky stars that he had been given the opportunity to come here. To learn all he had learned... but instead, he found himself snarling against the stitches clamping his mouth eternally shut as he slammed fist after fist against the punchbag, the frustrated sounds of flesh on fabric resonating through the gymnasium.

MoonKitsune

 

[MoonKitsune]

Calder was graduated, but that didn't mean he wasn't about to just leave Christof behind. The patchwork was at a standstill and without being at the campus, Calder worried his friend would become more destructive and secluded than he otherwise was. Despite his gruff exterior and sharp claws, the Igor was tender hearted and sensitive and Calder was well aware that he could wind up feeling alone without the crew here.

He also wanted to make sure Dr. Fell made no moves in taking Christof out of school early.

He found the man punching over and over, the noises of his own muffled exertion echoing in the massive gym. Popping on the hoof covers he kept in his satchel, he walked over towards the other. "Hello, Chrsitof." He said, relieved to be away from Barth and Zar a moment but still in the company of a dear friend. He missed the Igor and the more things kept moving forward, the more he worried about the distance apart.

Bilious

 

[Bilious]

The Igor flinched at the sound of the familiar voice, but relaxed slightly when he saw who it was. His eyes dropped down to the rubber shoes clipped to his friend's hooves, the corners of his mouth twitching up for the briefest of moments before he turned his attention back to the punching bag. Before readying another swing, though, he signed, 'Rubber-holding-up?' They had been an experiment, but it seemed both Calder and Zar had put them to good use.

Moonkitsune

 

[MoonKitsune]

"Oh. Yes. It's good. Um, my hooves sorta move around them from time to time. I was thinking about ..maybe some more cushioning under?" He said, not sure how it would fix the slight problem. "Not a big deal." He tapped his hoof on the ground. "No skidding though. That's important. I always hated the gym for that. Just slippery and weird to walk on."

He tested the floor again by trying to skid and felt the hooves catch. Smiling, he watched Chrsitof a moment. "How have you been? You….seem active? School going okay?" The kelpie looked up, taking in being back on campus, He hadn't been gone long, but it felt strange not being in Amityville all the time anymore. He lived here and called this place home. Now – he was calling a new place that. Well, he would. It still had work to be done. So……..much……….work.

Bilious

 

[Bilious]

Christof gave a noncommittal shrug and a grunt, eyes dropping down to the rubber 'shoes'. "Barth-could-Repair", He signed, attentions returning to the punching bag, if only to turn his face away from the Kelpie before he could see his expression.

Barth. He never would have guessed the Sloth Demon would have graduated... There had been a little hope in the back of his mind, all this time, that maybe they would just... stay in school. Forever. But time presses on, and even Sloths get their things done. Assisted by an Igor and a Paperwork Demon, he supposed it was inevitable.

He gave the punching bag a firm jab.

MoonKitsune

 

[MoonKitsune]

Bilious

"By himself?" Calder gave a chuckle at the idea as he moved closer, stepping back as the punching bag swung from the punch. "He might have ideas, but he shudders when he hears the 'w' word." Work. Even Calder knew the demon struggled forcing the word out and usually never expended that much effort saying it even if he had to.

"He needed your help last time. He'll need it again. Can't expect me to figure out what he wants and needs. No.." Cause paused, stilling a moment. "..not with those things."

He looked back to his friend moving behind the punching bag and holding it to give it some resistance for the next punch. "He'll always need his partner." He smiled. "His best friend."
 

[Bilious]

Christof stopped his punches, staring at the bag as it swung ahead of him while he digested Calder's words.

His best friend.

Somewhere in his stitched heart and hodgepodge of a rib cage, something stirred. With a deep breath, he cleared his throat, eyes not lifting to Calder's face as he signed, 'Could-take-a-look-after-practice.'  

[MoonKitsune]

Calder beamed before leaning on the punching bag, holding it with box hands as he wiggled his rear. "Wanna punch something a little more lively. Ya know, for ol' time sake?"  

[Bilious]

Christof smirked, straightening up a bit as he cracked his knuckles before signing, 'Only-if-you-can-handle-this'.

MoonKitsune

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