All Work and No Play [Ayame]

Ayame watched as the boy told her that there was no need for her to worry and that he just needed to find out what it was and he was pretty sure that she wanted to know as well. She chuckled a bit when he asked her if she was a werewolf. She paused a moment and her eyebrows furrowed together before she shook her head. ”Erm, no. I already knew what you were. Chances are if there’s a scratching at the base of my skull, it’s a werewolf. If there’s a ringing in my ears, a banshee, a slimy feeling down my spine, it’s a Kanima,” she told him, being completely honest. ”I’m a druid,” she was able to say before he looked down at his watch. It looked like it was time to go.

The boy looked at her, saying that he had to go and that he would see her late. She nodded her head, waving a bit awkwardly before he was off. As he left, he shouted that if she got done early, she could make a trip to the pool. ”Well…that could have gone…better,” she muttered to herself before she shrugged. She turned back to her weights before she started to lift them with ease. Several reps later, she dropped the weights and wiped her arm across her forehead. She tucked her hair behind her ears before she started to do her cool downs, which were mostly stretches in her arms before she started to move the weights back to their places and then put the bar back as well. She looked up at the clock a moment before she nodded her head, knowing that it would soon be time for boxing class so she decided she needed to get ready.

The boxer wrapped her hands before she put on her gloves, making sure they were secure before she approached the punching bag and rolled her shoulders before she started training. She would stop when people entered the gym for her class, but apparently no one decided to show up, not that her classes were very big. So, while she continued to wait for people to show up, she kept boxing and kept practicing. After about an hour, she shrugged her shoulders and dropped her arms and her guard. She removed her gloves, using her mouth to undo the Velcro before she pulled it off. She then used her free hand to pull off her other glove. She had just started to unwrap her hands when she started to get that scratching feeling again. She turned and gazed over at the door to the gym, seeing that Hykeem was walking around. She raised an eyebrow and looked at the clock. Wasn’t the pool still open?

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There was a moment before Hykeem entered the gym, asking Ayame about her class. She shrugged her shoulders. ”Yeah, well, apparently not. I wonder why no one showed,” she muttered, frowning a bit before she shrugged her shoulders, turning to look at her new companion as he told her that a child threw up in the pool, which made her pull a face of disgust. ”Yeah…that’d make anyone not to want to get back into the water, or get into the water at all,” she cringed a little, not liking the thought of a child vomiting into a swimming pool that she would go in to. The was worse than a child peeing in the pool, which she was sure happened quite often.

It wasn’t long until Ayame’s Druid status returned to the center of the conversation, not that she minded. He was a werewolf, after all, but she wasn’t anyone’s emissary in particular so she figured she was allowed to socialize with whomever she wanted. So, when Hykeem asked about her being a Druid, she nodded her head. He then seemed to remember her tattoo, telling her that he should have known, which made her giggle a bit and shake her head. He told her that her being a Druid explained her choice of a future tattoo, making her nod her head in agreement. ”Yeah, and heaven forbid I like it because then I’ll probably be getting more than just two,” she joked with a chuckle before he joked about her advising him on his math homework.

The young Druid snorted in response and shook her head. ”Yeah, sure, except I’m not that great with math,” she said. She sent him an apologetic look and a smile. She knew that he was trying to make a joke, trying to make things easier for the two seemingly new friends and she appreciated it. Although she wasn’t sure how Peter or Scott would react to her being, well, to her being with another werewolf from another pack. After all, there was no way that they would like it, especially since, well, Scott was the leader of his own pack, but Peter was a sort of…lone-ish wolf? He followed Scott and helped him but she wasn’t sure if he was actually part of a…well…a pack.

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Ayame chuckled a little when Hykeem told her that tattoos got people up in the ranks. He then asked why she thought he had so many since it certainly wasn’t because that girls would like him more. She laughed and shook her head, grinning. She couldn’t help but be surprised that he would bring up rank. He was a werewolf after all, in a pack. He mentioned his rank, his tattoo amount. He must have been an Alpha, a new Alpha she would assume, either that or an Alpha who was quite proud of being an Alpha, much like she imagined Peter would be if he was still an Alpha. Peter had been kind enough to tell her his history before she got in to lessons with him, so she knew who he was and why people weren’t overly fond of him. She appreciated it.

It wasn’t long before the little conversation with Hykeem’s math joke continued. He said that perhaps the two of them could meet up and study together sometime. She paused her thoughts before he added that two heads were better than one and together they could probably learn a lot. She nodded her head in agreement, not at all thinking for a moment that it would be even remotely like a date. “Yeah, I think we could work something out. I mean, it’s not like my math grade could possibly get any worse,” she added, grinning over at him cheekily, trying to lighten the mood since it took a rather tense turn. She hadn’t meant for it to, but it seemed it had anyway.

Then Hykeem moved closer to her, really close. She looked at him a bit oddly as he moved closer to her. There was a loud thump, making her turn and look to see what it was. She chuckled a bit when she saw that it was someone dribbling a basketball. She turned back to the werewolf, who had moved away from her after moving so close. He apologized, telling her that he let his mind get the best of him before he apologized again. He continued until Ayame shook her head and put her hand up. ”Whoa, Hykeem, it’s okay, really. Believe me, I’m getting used to have odd things happen around it. Sort of comes with the territory of being a Druid and being surrounded by supernaturals,” she told him, chuckling a bit and shaking her head.

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The werewolf finally seemed to stop apologizing and nodded his head. He asked her if she had a pack. She paused a bit, having to think about it. She assumed she didn’t. After all, most Druids acted as emissaries to packs but she didn’t have one. Grant it, she was linked to one. She had friends in one, but she didn’t really have her own pack. No one claimed her as their emissary. She nodded her head finally when she had an answer that she found sufficient and looked up at the guy, smiling over at him. ”Yes and no. I mean, I am linked to a pack because you know, they’re my friends but at the same time I’m not anyone’s specific emissary,” she explained, hoping that it made sense. Besides, she was pretty sure she wasn’t quite ready to be an emissary. She still needed to meet up with Dr. Alan Deaton and talk to him about all of this stuff, but he had yet to return from a convention. It seemed like she always missed him when she needed him.

While Ayame didn’t have werewolf sensitive ears, she could hear Hykeem’s phone vibrating away in his pocket. It seemed like something was not okay and she wondered about asking him but decided against it. Not a moment later, Hykeem told her that it had been cool, but he needed to get going or Laura would kill him. She nodded her head, not really knowing who Laura was. She had heard of many Laura’s so as he he said bye, she waved to him before he walked from the gym. Ayame took his departure as time to look around one last time before she shook her head. Was there some sort of disaster that she hadn’t been warned about? She headed over to her gym bag, pulling out her phone. She sighed and looked at the six text messages from Peter. Dammit, she thought before she texted her aunt, saying she’d be home a little late before she zipped up her bag and shouldered it, heading to her truck. She needed to meet with Peter before he huffed and puffed and blew the place down. That was the last thing she wanted.

Still, as she was leaving, she saw someone jogging out from the rec center. She flagged them down and they approached. ”Hykeem left his bag in the locker room. You guys looked like friends. Think you could give it to him?” Ayame nodded her head. ”Yeah, sure,” she stated as she took the bag and tossed it into her seat next to her own before she took off, heading for the newly reconstructed Hale House. She could return the gym bag later.

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Notes; Gonna go ahead and call this thread finished. If you'd like, I can make the thread of her dropping the bag off at his house or something? You can PM me your answer since I'm gonna lock and move this.