wait a minute! [emilio]

[Arthur Fox]

Ah a day away from the annoying partner~! Arthur stretched as a warm up before throwing himself straight into working out and being the crap out of the training dummy that was giving him the evil eye. Okay, he was just imagining it, he knew that but it was fun to pretend he had a reason to beat the stuffing out of it. Well if he was really desperate, he could just imagine partner's face on the dummy and that would do it. As he thought about it, yeah it did do it. Now he had a new reason to beat the stuffing out of the dummy. Especially after what happened with the latest incident. One day, that man would pay for humiliating Arthur once again. As Arthur thought about what had transpired and he planed to beat his partner into a bloody pulp, an evil smile crossed his face as he cracked his knuckles.

The other people who were also training looked at him and edged away slightly. He didn't care though. Today was his day to let loose some tension that had gathered in his shoulders. For now he was content with beating the stuffing out of a lifeless object that in his mind held the image of the current cause of his foul mood. With a grunt, he rushed forward and jabbed his elbow into the training dummy's throat. Already he was starting to feel better.

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[Emilio Russo]

Well, Arthur sure looked pissed. Emilio stood in the corner, smiling to himself as he watched Arthur jab his elbow into a pressure point on the dummy. The stone and straw dummy wobbled a bit, but didn't tip or fall as a real human would. It was the only annoying thing with training with these dummies. They weren't realistic enough for Emilio. He wanted to snap a neck and actually hear the bones. Maybe that was because he had been trained as a Special Ops. Emilio pursed his lips, scratching one of his sideburns and shrugging a bit as he walked forwards.

He was dressed weird in his opinion. He just got back from a mission, one where he had to dress up in this odd white tux. He felt weirdly like a white James Bond when he was on it. Emilio had almost said "Shaken, not stirred" once. Oh geez, that would've blown his cover right at the beginning. Emilio laughed softly to himself at that little memory and walked to Arthur, his now bare feet quiet on the mat. He bent down and swiped his leg beneath his long haired partner. "Pay attention to your back!" He barked, trying to make his voice sound like his dear General's.

[Arthur Fox]

Arthur was too involved in beating the daylights out of the straw dummy to hear the soft laugh that he secretly loved so much or the sound of footsteps. The problem with being in intel was that he didn't get the chance to get out often. Office work, desk work. That's all he did really unless he got an assignment. Those were wonderful, wonderful days. Arthur liked doing assignments and missions that called for his "ninja" skills. Yet, often times he wouldn't be handed a mission and he'd stuck behind a desk filling out paper work and looking over reports of missions that had been successes or failures. He swallowed a sigh before his legs were knocked out from underneath him.

That. Stupid. MONKEY!

Arthur lied there for a minute, definitely upset. He glared up at Emilio quietly with lips pressed tightly together in a thin line. Why should he speak to the overgrown monkey? Often times people would wonder why Arthur got mad at Emilio so often but it was pretty obvious. Despite being partners, Arthur was often left behind when it came to assignments. It wasn't fair! He glared up at Emilio some more before speaking. "Did you have fun monkey?" Arthur asked with a sneer before sitting up and standing up with a soft "hmph". With that he snapped a kick out at the dummy before watching it toppling over. Much better. Abandoned Arthur felt abandoned.

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