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Who: Anyone who wants to hang on the Iskaulit
Broadcast: nah
Action: Iskaulit mingle, darlings
When: All day every day (at least for the month)

[We're drifting, so it's a perfect time to make use of the many fine establishments on our common ship.]

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Good. I'd hate to think I made something awkward.

[he huffs out a low, growled noise that sounds more like a laugh]

Trust me, if anyone's making things awkward, it'll be me. I'm very good at it.

Lucky for you, it's very hard to make me feel awkward.

Mm, you don't seem the type.

You can't be in my line of work.

[Or you could be, but it would be awful hard.]

You going to stick around while I workout too?

[he tilts his head, then shrugs a shoulder]

I might stick around for a little while, if you don't mind.

[Natasha lifts her chin, nodding slightly and giving half a shrug herself.]

I don't have a problem with it.

I think I will, then.

[in all honesty, he's a little curious to see what Natasha's capable of, too]

Suit yourself.

[It does seem fair, though what Natasha's capable of might not be all that impressive against a heavy bag. There's only so much she can get out of that—a workout, certainly. But normally it's more of a way to clear her head than it is to grow her skills. Or show them off.

It's pretty obvious, even as she takes a position in front of the bag, she knows what she's doing though.]

[he moves over to his things, picking up the water he'd brought with him to drink a drink while he watches. It's a lot of curiosity and maybe even a little of habit, to watch and assess. He'd been doing that with the students, after all]

[Natasha feels herself being watched and weighed. Hard to say what he makes of it, but she's too professional to let the scrutiny affect her performance. Before long, she's falling into the rhythm of her workout.]

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