[center][i][b][color=f7976a]Jack 'Bruiser' Murdock[/color] and [color=00aeef]Tomiko Fraser[/color] - Floor 3 - Training Room[/b]
[color=lightgray]A collaboration between [@SimplyJohn] and [@Genni][/color][/i][/center]
Stepping into the room Bruiser saw that for once he was early, which came as a bit of a surprise, but a moment later he felt a hand slap hard against his butt. [color=00aeef]"Hey there, big guy,"[/color] Came the familiar jovial sound of Tommie's voice and turning towards her Bruiser smiled.

[color=f7976a]"You know if anyone else tried to do that I'd've knock them out."[/color] The ex-boxer said, raising him fists in front of him jokingly. He wasn't lying though, most people would've already been flat on the floor after a stunt like that, but there was something about the girl that Bruiser just instinctively trusted. [color=f7976a][i]Probably something about the way she's always so open and honest about what she's thinking,[/i][/color] He thought to himself as the two made their way into the room.

Tommie chuckled to herself at her fellow pilot's threat, knowing that he was probably telling the truth. His build and muscle mass alone would've given her that idea, but the way he moved on his feet, almost dancing across the floor, told her that the man had some sparring experience at least, probably boxing or mixed martial arts. Eyeing him carefully Tommie watched for any signs of injury or weakness, but the man seemed to be covering himself well, balancing his weight evenly to allow for quick reaction time while at the same time keeping himself stable enough to deal with a direct assault if caught unawares. [color=00aeef]"Don't worry too much,"[/color] Tommie replied with a smile, [color=00aeef]"You're not really my type."[/color]

For a moment Bruiser wasn't sure what the Jamaican firecracker meant by that comment, but then noticed her eyes wandering over to where Commander Mori was leaning against the wall. [color=f7976a]"Oh... OH!"[/color] He exclaimed, his eyes widening as the full implications of what the girl was saying begun to sink in. [color=f7976a]"Are you and the Commander..?"[/color] Bruiser asked, jerking his thumb back and forth between the two women with a little confusion.

Barking out a laugh Tommie shook her head emphatically from side to side, [color=00aeef]"No, we're not..."[/color] She replied, deliberately leaving the comment hanging in the same way the big guy had. [color=00aeef]"Not that I wouldn't mind a dip, but I get the impression Ms. Mori's spoken for."[/color] Nodding her head over at where the Commander and the Marshall were leaning against the wall she drew Bruiser's attention to the way the pair stood together.

Now that he was looking for it the body language between the two veteran pilots was unmistakeable, so much so that Bruiser found it difficult to understand how he'd missed it before. [color=f7976a]"Oh right,"[/color] He said simply his voice clear and filled with certainty before turning back to look at Tommie again. [color=f7976a]"But you're still into..?"[/color] He asked, letting the question remain unsaid.

Lifting her hand Tommie fingered the silver band wrapped around her finger. [color=00aeef]"All the way, although she's not with me any longer."[/color] Tommie replied, her voice echoing deeply in the large chamber.

[color=f7976a]"Yeah, I know how that can be."[/color] Turning his head aside Bruiser looked down at his own hand. He'd stopped wearing his ring a couple of years earlier, deciding it was time to move on with his life rather than wallowing in the past, but he could understand what kept Tommie wearing hers. At time she wished the ring was still there, in the same way he wished his wife was still at home with the twins, rather than them having to rely on their uncle to raise them. Not that he didn't make a great parent for them, but sometimes a kid needed their mother.