GLORY, GLORY RICHMOND!

It's obvious to Jamie when Tanya has pre-workout before she comes to meet him. It's like she's got a million bees trapped inside of her all trying to get out [ as if she isn't usually like that... ]. "Fuck off, it was not," he insists, his face screwing up into a pout. He doubts she was even listening to him while he was talking. "You just can't keep up with me. As if you could hold a better conversation right now. Y'know I could go make you run another ten laps, yeah?" The fucking pre-workout would fuel her through it. "Would y'rather me shut up and share all m'thoughts with Keeley over text or summat? That'd fucking bore you."

her back cracks just right and that's enough to set her up right for the rest of the day, really. she really wasn't listening in truth, but what was the point if she didn't start every other day winding him right up? it was a sign of affection in her books, to push every button of the people she cares for -- used to be to see if they ran away, left her like she was expecting them to but nowadays it was more for fun, more to show them that she enjoys their company. tanya never claimed it to be a sound logic, but it was one she stuck to. " another ten laps? piss off, man! you fuckin' -- i so can hold a better convo. " she couldn't if she tried, her bones feel itchy, " alright, alright. okay. no. don't -- you can talk, go on. i'm taking the piss. " she waves both hands, bouncing on her toes, always ready for the next instruction, the next task, " tell me again, but slowly. and properly. really walk me through it because -- well, i don't want you to bore keeley with all this, yeah? not the ideal way to start her day. "

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" nah, it's walk my talk. get with it. " tan sniffs, lips turned down at the sides into a contemplative frown -- she's sweating, having just wrapped up her training with him. feels good to be up and about, she always felt happiest when her blood was pumping in her ears this way, " it's not -- don't blame me for that! that's on you mate. " she pushes him with her shoulder and suppresses a little giggle, her mind moving a mile a minute. it wasn't a crazy plan, for once.. she had just been thinking about " listen, i'm just sayin', i can get us into the brits, mate - i know a bloke who knows a bloke, yeah? stormz'll sort me out proper an' then you can rub your greasy little elbows up against dua lipa to your hearts content. it'd be sick, jamie. c'mon. "

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