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When Ket heard the sound of Ashley hitting the ground, he smirked cockily but suddenly felt himself falling, face first. His nose stopped the fall, a crack being heard as he let out a hiss of pain and reached for his bloody nose, laying right beside Ashley while he slipped off the blindfold and looked at his now red hand.
"Fuck Ash." Ket laughed, impressed again by the man as he just laid there, resting and breathing faster than normal, but not panting. Reaching with his unbloodied hand, Ket removed Ashley's blindfold and smiled. "You did good...I'll look forward to fighting more often. Actually, can I talk to you after class for a bit?" Ket asked. It wouldn't be long, he himself had a Master who wasn't the most patient, although he wasn't as strict as Ashley's. Even with that in mind, it would be stupid to keep them both later than necessary, so Ket made sure to keep in mind it would be quick.
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"Why is it that, as a culture, we are more comfortable seeing two men holding guns than holding hands?"
~Ernest Gaines
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