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・─────˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ punch after punch, ace punched the punching bag everytime is came back. sweat stinked his scent but he continued training, letting out all his stress and anger on a swinging piece of leather.
"ace?" the boy stopped when he heard his name, turning around. he already knew who was at the door but turned around either way. "blakk wants to speak with you." xv's breath hitches. "what?.." he whispered, his breath failing him.
"blakk wants to see you." twist repeated, obviously noticing ace's uneven breathing but deciding to do nothing about it. "why?.." he asked, twist shrugging in response. "i don't know. that damn bitch never tells me anything." twist walked over to ace.
"don't sweat it. it's probably fine." twist tries to reassure. gulping and gently nodding, ace left the gym, forgetting to take off the bandages wrapped around his hands and jewellery.
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ace entered blakk's office, his bandages on his hands unwrapping so they hanged in the air. "what do you need from me, blakk?" he glared at the back of the leather chair.
"well, i've been noticing your interest in twist.. an old companion of mine?" ace glared, his hands turning into fists. "and what about it?"
"well, perhaps you find.. enjoyment in him?" blakk ringed his fingers around in his cup, staring at ace with knowing eyes. ace said nothing, but his flustered face said otherwise.
"i have an offer for you." ace looked up, curious about what blakk would want from him. "if you stay, as i know you are having second thoughts about this.. business, you can be as close to twist as you want.."
