[PRP] Don't Treat Me Like That (Sammy v Jove)

[Grey Dragon]

Were they... dancing? The pup's ears turned to follow the ghoul, and he attempted to look over his shoulder as she maneuvered him into a better position. It felt much the same as when he had first learned to waltz. Stand up straight. Shoulders back. Keep your hips at this angle. Stop tucking your tail between your legs.

It helped that he was as light as a cloud, and that he curiously watched as she went through the punching motion with him. It felt less awkward than his first attempt, although the motions were different from what he was used to. He practiced the motion again on his own this time, with no real force behind it.  

[Miliardo Kason]

Well at least he didn't object to her impromtu lesson on how to punch things. She took a step back walking in circles around the foxfire and the punching bag.

"Better. Not great, but better, now punch the bag with some effort lightweight."  

[Grey Dragon]

Jove made a grumbling noise, and eyed the punching bag as though he were afraid it would punch him back. Wouldn't it be easier to just... bite it? He could empty out whatever stuffing was in it in no time if he were allowed to use his teeth.

But destruction of property was unseemly for a gentleman. So with a determined frown he punched it with a bit more force.  

[Miliardo Kason]

Sammy continued to watch shaking her head, "I know you weigh half past nothing but you aren't putting your full body into it." She took up the same pose as Jove was put in before twisting and turning her whole body into the punch, once slowly for him to see and then again one more time before hauling full force into the bag causing it to jump and rattle on its chain.

"Like that."  

[Grey Dragon]

Jove watched, ears forward, and then slow-motioned out the action. Turning, putting more of his body into it... It wasn't just the arm that way. Now he could start to see why West had such success fighting the way he did, he was a strong guy all the way through.

The pup made a better attempt, punching the bag harder before looking at the ghoul with ears perked as if to say "Like this? Is this right?"  

[Miliardo Kason]

The bag rattled on the chain but it just wasn't quiet the force Sammy had put in it. Still his posture was better.

"You need work but you have the right idea finally." She moved around the bags smirking a bit, "So what, you just like creeping the gym and trying to impress ghouls?"  

[Grey Dragon]

Jove wasn't sure if he should be taking that as a compliment... or an insult. He had the right idea... finally... but needed work... The pup head-tilted as he tried to puzzle out how to respond. But he didn't get much time to process.

The pup fluffed up indignantly once again. He wasn't creeping around, or trying to impress ghouls! He was there looking for a fight! Because he could totally fight without his fists, and didn't need any ghouls to show him how to beat up hunters!  

[Miliardo Kason]

Sammy continued her lazy wanderings hands tucked up behind her head. "What no response fluff head?" She untucked her arms and prodded at his side.

"C'mon out with it. Why are you here?"  

[Grey Dragon]

Jove's beginning-growl escalated into a squeak as he was poked in the side. He didn't have to justify his presence, certainly not to her! He bristled, his hands clenched stubbornly at his sides.

He wanted to fight, but he wasn't going to fight a ghoul. Even though she could probably knock him out.  

[Miliardo Kason]

Sammy just continued poking, though secretly, that squeak and growl?

So precious!

She had a weak spot for Canine students. Fluffy ears and fluffy fluff fluffing fluffs!  

[Grey Dragon]

Jove stood there for as long as he could, just growling. No more squeaks now that he was prepared, but that didn't make the poking any less annoying! And there was only so much a puppy could take. Even if he was a gentleman!

The little jabs didn't hurt, so he tried to ignore them.

But they were so irritating...

Couldn't she tell by his growl that he didn't like it?

Wouldn't she get tired of poking?

Could she just...

The little ghost's frustrations got the better of him, and he turned and punched her in the shoulder.  

[Miliardo Kason]

Poke poke growl growl. C'mon little pup do something with it.

Sammy was clearly fishing for a spar at this point. Or at least some kind of reaction from him, maybe words or a blow. She got the later in the shoulder and grinned as she took a step back.

"So you don't like that then? Well you know they say to use your words not your fists."

She grinned, "Somehow I think we both like a variation of the later."  

[Grey Dragon]

Jove's growl cut off the moment he realized he had struck a lady. Both hands flew to cover his mouth, and he began glowing. Literally. There were many times he regretted having the light of a wisp, but his glowing blush had to be the WORST.

He was at a loss for actions, so foreign to spoken words that the ability to properly apologize for the weak punch escaped him entirely.  

[Miliardo Kason]

Sammy blinked at the glowing, that was new. Her own eyes flared a bit as she raised her fists expecting retaliation, yet nothing happened. Jove just stood there glowing with a terrified look on his face.

He was just staring at her like he had commited the gravest crime in all of humanity by giving Sammy what equated to a light push. To her at least.

"Seriously? Is it because I'm a ghoul?" She rolled up her white tank top shirt revealing two long scars running through her side darker then her pale flesh, "From Jingleberry, first year." She raised her left arm flexing the bone, "Born with it, but burned black, permenetly, by Red, second year." She reached up tapping the inside of her hollowed out eyes, "Cricket ate the old ones when I had a chance of going blind. Still second year, and nothing new this year. C'mon don't treat me like some ferry princess Pup."

With that she gave him an open palmed shove to the chest. "You came here for a reason, you know it, you just don't want to because I'm a ghoul."

She suddenly grinned, "Afraid I can kick your a**?"  

[Grey Dragon]

For a gentleman in training, it was one of the gravest crimes he could think of. And to avoid committing another great crime, he had looked away the instant Sammy began to roll up her shirt. He had worked very hard up until that day to not witness ghouls in any state of undress, and would continue to do so until... until forever!

So the pup missed all of Sammy's demonstration. Except the shove.

Jove staggered back a bit, and was about to nod when the ghoul followed up with the casual insult. Immediately Jove fluffed up again with indignant anger. He wasn't afraid of anyone! He was a gentleman, that's all!