Out of practice, Booker's ass. Joe was still quick and forceful. He hadn't lost a single inch of skill. The focus and intent fully on him now made Booker shift his attention away from quips and teasing to make sure he didn't get sliced open too badly.
The cuts were healed, of course, seconds after they happened but they still fucking hurt. These weren't practice swords.
"You have been much harder on me in the past." Okay, he wasn't giving up the teasing fully. It just wasn't in Booker's nature.
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Date: 2020-11-09 01:52 pm (UTC)The cuts were healed, of course, seconds after they happened but they still fucking hurt. These weren't practice swords.
"You have been much harder on me in the past." Okay, he wasn't giving up the teasing fully. It just wasn't in Booker's nature.