gathering her footing to stand a little more upright, sweat glistening on her brow as dinah flashed oliver a grin larger than it should be. a flex of her habitually wrapped knuckles before she shrug ever so casually and followed a path on the dojo mat to where she’d left her water bottle. popping it’s cap with a swift twist, she flopped gracefully into a comfortable seated position at the mat’s edge, peering playfully at her sparring partner.

❛ you wouldn’t have as much fun with it if i went easy on you, ollie. ❜ her grin seems to widen as she downs some of her water.
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