whatever you say mrs majesty | spar

[★ HAZEL]

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as love filled night gives way to day

Last time Hazel had been to a sparring event had resulted in the destruction of her art supplies. That was...nearly two months ago, and miraculously, no one knew about it. Not even Margy or Suite. (And honestly, if Bastille guessed it out of the blue, she wouldn't be surprised.) So much had happened since then, including Hazel's want to learn something in the way of self defense. But the concept still had her a bit too unnerved for her liking, so her first step would be to watch a sparring session. It just so happened that the one in question was Roy and Bast.

"Please don't seriously injure yourselves." The chocolate feline tucked her paws underneath her, still a little too far out of her comfort zone but too determined to leave. "We don't have enough medical supplies to save both your lives." There was a teasing lilt to her voice and a smile to acompany it, but sincerity ran as an undercurrent beneath it; they really didn't have a lot of medical supplies, and couldn't afford a major disaster that resulted in more injuries than they could handle. She was also readily bracing herself for the plausible pain that might lace the bond stretched taut between her and Bastille, knowing it would be easier to watch the match rather than to double over in the middle of her room from an unknown cause.

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