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[pro_patria_mortuus]

There are a few exercise rooms scattered about Milliways, of various sorts and various levels of formal construction. A room with weights and a punching bag; a room with mirrors and a barre and strict signs about which shoes one is permitted to wear; a room with fewer mirrors, a closet full of various kinds of padding, another closet with practice implements like rods of wood and bamboo, a wood floor, mats of strange blue plastic to unfold or ignore.

It's in the last of these that Enjolras and Bahorel have been recently engaged in vigorous (and friendly) attempts to pummel each other.

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[pro_patria_mortuus]

"No," Enjolras answers, amused. "He hasn't attempted that yet."

Although if Bahorel suggests it, that state of affairs may not last too much longer. Combeferre is rather susceptible to experimental engineering challenges.

"He's acquired a jarred specimen to accompany it instead. With wings. I'm told it's not technically a dinosaur."

He was also told why it wasn't technically a dinosaur, but he hasn't really retained any of those details.

Despite Enjolras's lack of any great detail about Combeferre's latest pickled acquisitions, though, the discussion of other friends' activities and Milliways's peculiar possibilities for study does occupy them both nicely for a while longer, and for another few slices of pizza.