And afterwards girls in tights vs boys in socks. kicking each-others ass. but you don't wear tights right?
*laughs* no, I don't wear tights! interesting, this will be my first time writing an action story. *breathes* here goes:
she grabbed him by the arm, and flipped him, effortless, with no hesitation, or doubt. her confidence, alluring, her strength, unwavering.
he fell on the mat with a thud.
she looked down at him, and smirked.
"that'll teach you to mess with me again," she scoffed.
"génial," he replied, playfully, pretending to rub his sore arms. she extended her arm. he reached out and she pulled him back up.
"merci beaucoup, naïf," she laughed.
"oh I am so hurt!" he mocked.
"salut, au revoir!" she teased, turning on her heel, and pretending to storm off angrily. she was already beaming, as she walked out of the gymnasium.
"caoutchouc!" he cried out, already knowing her comeback.
"et je suis de la colle!"
she grabbed him by the arm, and flipped him, effortless, with no hesitation, or doubt. her confidence, alluring, her strength, unwavering.
he fell on the mat with a thud.
she looked down at him, and smirked.
"that'll teach you to mess with me again," she scoffed.
"génial," he replied, playfully, pretending to rub his sore arms. she extended her arm. he reached out and she pulled him back up.
"merci beaucoup, naïf," she laughed.
"oh I am so hurt!" he mocked.
"salut, au revoir!" she teased, turning on her heel, and pretending to storm off angrily. she was already beaming, as she walked out of the gymnasium.
"caoutchouc!" he cried out, already knowing her comeback.
"et je suis de la colle!"
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