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[rattlingthestars]

[ Jim pulls away when Zell does, though he's reluctant for someone who suggested this in the first place. He shrugs his jacket onto the floor and kicks it away (where it's instantly claimed by Mochi), not really looking at Zell but already breathing hard. ]

jesus take the wheel

[swatsflies]

[ Being physical is his favorite go-to for when shit be wrong. He takes a deep breath and then is up pulling off some layers himself. Shaking his limbs loose and doing some quick stretches as he heads for the mats.

Rubbing his face and then focusing on the here and now. Letting it all fade away to just an ache at the back of his mind, while focusing on the mat and Jim. Getting into position as he waves at Jim. ]

Show me what you got, Stars.

[rattlingthestars]

[ Jim's still not focusing on the the here and now; his mind's still on what happened a few hours ago and what lays ahead of them, the two of them combined threatening to overwhelm him completely.

His body remembers what Zell's taught him anyway, dropping into a defensive stance and circling him warily, waiting for the first strike instead of taking one himself. ]

[swatsflies]

[ Okay, he'll move first. He moves in and makes like he'll grab his shirt collar, but then he drops down to sweep his leg at Jim's ankles. Hey bb, want to be swept off your feet? ]

[rattlingthestars]

[ Jim's off his game enough that he reacts to feint instead of the real attack, and starts to go down. He's fast enough to turn it into a roll, though, and comes back up a few feet away from Zell if he's not grabbed. ]