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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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[clayforthedevil]

They should possibly have not ignored the plastic mats quite so thoroughly. Oh well, what's a few bruises?

...A few fewer than Bahorel'd been expecting, actually."Slow day, or have you been skipping practice without Paris' agents of order around to remind you?" Not that anyone who wasn't used to sparring with Enjolras would have noticed; but then Bahorel is, and did.