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cute. i have a degree
anyway i know after youve been holed up in the hospital lazing around for a month getting blood sucked out of you at every opportunity
you need some exercise to get you back in top form

a degree in what
physical education?

and uh
nah im good i let my gym membership expire and im good with it

a degree in kicking your ass
so yeah that's not gonna fly
you want to stay as healthy as possible, you gotta keep up on top of this kind of thing
keep your body moving and your heart keeps pumping
so i'm gonna teach you to box

Edited (FORMATTING) 2018-03-15 06:53 (UTC)

[ Oh good, just what he needs. Another person to forcibly drag him to the gym.

Also he has a nurse now.

He feels like he's five. ]

if by thing you mean my heart
its working fine
and wouldnt like
karate or something serve me better

[ He's saying boxing is stupid. ]

karate's fine, i guess
only i don't know karate. so boxing it is.
i'm offering you the option to punch me in the face and you're not taking it? seriously?

[ See, Noctis was mostly stuck on the "effort" part of all of this. He hadn't at all thought about that point.

And when he thinks on it, really thinks on it, he discovers that this could actually be pretty enjoyable for multiple reasons. Being able to punch Gladio in his fucking face is one of them, but not the money maker. ]

point taken
offer accepted

...

dont tell me this is early in the morning

[Somehow, Gladio knew that angle would be what convinced him. He'd be offended if he weren't so smug about it.]

i COULD drag you out to the gym at 6 am...
but it's midnight and i have a morning shift at the shop.
so we're doing 2:30 pm
make sure to eat lunch first

only deal breaker just got eliminated so
sure
im down

[ Oh, this is gonna be fun. ]

for the record ive got two left feet
gonna need to go easy on me

i'm not gonna throw you in the deep end right off the bat, noct.
we'll take it slow. you can throw a few punches at me and work on your form at first.
learn the basics of the dance so you don't get knocked out in two seconds.
see you bright and not-early?

alright that helps i guess
and yeah ill see you then

[ And Noctis absolutely has pure reasons to be stoked for this.

The next day comes quickly; Noctis has decided to take a break from school in lieu of his recent health issues, so he has nothing but time these days. He tells Ignis he's got plans with Gladio and that he'll be home a bit later, snatching his keys and leaving some cash behind in case Ignis needs to go anywhere and takes a cab.

He's, surprisingly, got a decent set of workout gear. Once he and Prompto started going to the gym regularly, he made sure to get the right shoes and some comfortable clothes. So he shows up to the gym in just that, only about five minutes late. Which is a record for him. He texts Gladio that he's in the lobby.

Where he's already renewed his membership. Might as well, since he has gotten a little lazy... ]

[Gladio, meanwhile, was five minutes early. He didn't nag, didn't send any impatient texts. He just folded his arms in the back room where the mats were and stared at the clock.

And stared.

He finally gets the text and responds with a simple:]

in the back.

[It's five minutes. He's not gonna come down hard on him. Well. Not too hard.

Gladio waits, second pair of gloves in his hand, for Noctis to show up. When he finally does...]

Took you long enough.

[He holds out the gloves by the laces, waiting for Noctis to claim them.]

[ Noctis makes a smug little face, initially, when he faces Gladio and his tardiness. But it's interrupted by the sudden shove of boxing gloves in his direction. He looks down at it, reaching for it. The hesitation is there; good move. ]

Seem a little flimsy.

[ He makes a face. ]

I plan on keeping my teeth, by the way.

[Gladio smirks at the comment.]

Don't wuss out, now. I've barely touched this pair -- they're safe.

[He steps to the side, revealing a few more items for Noctis on a bench behind him.]

I can wrap your hands for you. You don't wrap your hands, your wrists get sprained or worse. We both get sparring head gear, too. And the little thing in the case is a mouth guard. Since you're so attached to your teeth and all.

[ Hook.

Noctis looks over to the bench, perking a brow as he listens to their purpose. ]

How am I supposed to talk with that thing?

You wanna talk clearly or you wanna keep your teeth from cracking? You get to pick one.

[Gladio starts wrapping up his own hands while he talks.]

Besides, you can still talk, it's just, you know. Difficult.

[ Well, regardless of his plans here, he does intend on keeping his teeth. So, with a shrug, Noctis brushes off Gladio's smart remark and goes for the supplies set out for him. ]

Let's get this going, I guess.

[ He'll grab the mouth guard, but he'll accept the help of wrapping his hands up in the meantime. ]

How long've you been doing this anyway?

[Gladio finishes wrapping his own hands fairly quickly, used to doing it at this point. He reaches over to do Noctis' next, less used to doing it to someone else so his pace is slightly slower.]

Remember when we first met? I was a mess of a preteen, and my sister...

[His sister was a fair bit younger, and insistent on learning all she could about this strange, interesting new boy. Gladio got overprotective and started interjecting to try to humiliate the kid.]

Anyway, around that time I was getting in a lot of fights at school. Me and my stupid friends -- we don't talk anymore -- thought it might be edgy and cool to start a fight club. Only we had no clue what we were doing. More than one bone was fractured along the way, and that was on top of eventual suspension.

[He starts on Noctis' other hand.]

Anyway, I didn't get serious until a while later, not 'til after me 'n you stopped seeing each other so much. I got scared straight -- by my sister, for the record, so you have her to thank -- and instead of focusing on being a stupid kid I started focusing on boxing classes after school.

[When he finishes wrapping up Noctis' hands, Gladio claps a hand on his shoulder.]

Gave me something to do other than break into my friends' parents liquor cabinets. It really clears the head.

[ Noctis is about as lost as ever. Combat isn't a stranger to him, but that's purely out of the consequences of living in Recolle while Retrospec has such a heavy influence. Both times he'd been involved in fighting, it was a straight-up disaster. He weighs hardly nothing, he collapses for random and mysterious reasons. There's absolutely no muscle to his scrawny build, and yet he's agreeing to box with someone who's twice his size.

A free shot's a free shot, but Noctis can't help but be a little nervous in the face of this. In his silence, he simply watches Gladio wrap his hands up, switching the one that holds his mouth guard for the time being.

There have been moments where Noctis had wondered what happened to Gladio; realizing he continued to get himself into trouble for quite some time comes as no surprise. But the reason has him perking a brow. He jolts a little at the clap to his shoulder. ]

Scared straight? Your sister must've really had you in a corner then. What happened?

[Gladio glances at Noctis, then looks away, silent for a moment.]

Caught her sneaking some of the drugs she'd found in my room.

[Gladio glares at the floor as he pulls on his sparring gloves, remembering his anger from years ago.]

We had a huge fight over it, 'cause I started yelling at her. Not for taking my stuff, but for being stupid enough to use it. And something just kinda... clicked. How she was just watching me act like an idiot, and I made her think what I was doing was okay. Like I was any kinda role model.

[He pulls on the protective head gear. Remembering how he used to act is never pleasant. And it's not always easy to turn your back completely on self-medicating with drugs and alcohol, especially when starting before even hitting your teenage years.

But boxing helps.]

[ Noctis grabs his gear, mimicking Gladio's setup as gospel. He's the expert here. But he's silent as Gladio answers the question, and it's complete and total news to Noctis that Gladio had gotten into drugs and bad scenes. It doesn't come totally as a surprise, but it's still somewhat of a shock. He feels... Bad. In a way.

Strapping the headgear on isn't hard. Noctis refrains from the mouthpiece still. There's this softened look on his face, something of distant understanding but understanding nonetheless. He can only imagine what it's like to see your younger sibling copy off such a terrible habit.

Maybe he misjudged Gladio a bit more than he assumed before. ]

Guessing that means you're clean now.

[ Not a question. Noctis isn't exactly the best at these types of discussions. ]

Good thing. Being on any kind of narcotic legally blows. You're better off.

[ Lord knows his liver is absolutely charming under a scan. ]

So punching things helps. That's the lesson here.

Yeah. Basically, the best way to deal with shit is to punch other shit.

[He taps Noctis' shoulder with a gloved fist, then puts his mouth guard on. His next words come out muffled, but he's practiced at talking around these things.]

Alright. Follow my lead for your stance.

[He turns at a slight angle, holding his fists up and ready.]

Knees bent, at the ready. Dominant hand in back. Legs a bit wider than your shoulders.

[ Honestly, he feels kinda bad about his plans here. But only a little. Noctis hadn't really considered what Gladio has gone through growing up. That's... Rough, honestly.

But he's snapped out of it with the tap to his shoulder, putting his mouthpiece in and getting the gloves on. ]

Mmh-- Right.

[ Okay, talking with these things is definitely weird. Noctis follows instruction, getting in the position he's directed to go in. At least he's not lying about not knowing what he's doing. ]

Okay.

[Gladio demonstrates the punches against the air as he explains them.]

First punch thrown is usually the jab, with your left fist. Straight at your opponent, quick and disarming.

The right cross is the same thing, usually follows the jab, but with your right fist. It's stronger, hits harder.

Left hook is one of the deadliest punches, pivot your whole body as you throw this one. Good to aim for under the ribs, right at the liver.

Left uppercut is more powerful than the jab, but it leaves you open. Right uppercut is the same idea.

[And with the basic punches explained, Gladio returns to the basic stance, ready to guard or pivot.]

Now come at me with all you got.

[ Eh, he hasn't fully thought this through, has he? Noctis listens, but this is all kind of garbled to him, and he feels like his hearing is muffled with this headpiece on. But he... Thinks he gets it?

He can't really talk like this, so Noctis nods, which helps because at least it's hard to see how apprehensive he suddenly is. Maybe he'll get an open later but... Here goes nothing.

Noctis charges forward, throwing that first jab, going for the gut first. ]

[See, Gladio has years of boxing lessons and matches of experience to lean on. Noctis just basically got thrown to the wolves after a few types of punches got shown to him. But Gladio's not intent on actually fighting back, at least, because this is more about getting Noctis' feet wet than actually fighting him.

So Gladio does some fancy footwork off to the side, dodging the first exploratory punch with a pivot.]

Step jab could use some work. Keep to your stance. Nice idea going for the body first though, most people discredit the potential of a body shot. Try doing a few punches in succession, for a combination. You know the phrase "1-2 punch"? That's referring to a jab and right cross combination.

[He demonstrates the punches in succession against the air, jabbing and following up with the other arm.]

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