“Hyah.” “Take that. And that. And how about some of this?” In the background, you could hear the punching and kicking and heavy breathing. Jared smiled, his whole face lighting up.
“Home,” he breathed. He walked into the changing room to get his gym clothes on.
“Yep. He’s a weird one,” Alecter said, sighing a little.
“Ah, but he is our weird one,” Roza replied. “I think you keep forgetting that part.”
“You know, you are absolutely right,” he said.
“I know. I’m the brains of the operation, remember?”
“Ah, so funny. I’m guessing you’re the comedy of it too?”
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