Romily didn’t see much purpose in training in traditional workout clothes all the time. She thought it was better to train in whatever someone wore normally, at least when it came to practicing skills they already knew. So, she stood in the training room, cold gun in hand and a few training dummies in front of her, in heels with her makeup done. At the sound of footsteps then the feeling of eyes on her, she said, “Are you going to stare or do you need something?”
He t r i e d not to stare. Truly, he did, but this Midgardian looked so... out of place. Surely those shoes that came down to painful points were not the best for fighting. Thor had heard Midgardian women complain of them. This sight was all very confusing, so Thor held Mjolnir at his side in the training room, trying to find the correct words to say.
He hated how carefully he had to chose his words in a school, “You do not seem prepared for... a fight? Training? You look as if I should be escorting you to court,” he chuckled at his own joke, not realizing he ruined any attempt at being appropriate.
