#123training

“So” Abel hummed, taking a seat next to Soleil because he didn’t want this to feel like he was lecturing her, he wanted it to be a conversation where hopefully she felt comfortable enough to share her own thoughts. “My strategy in the arena was honesty” he admitted. It wasn’t the most thought out plan, but it got him out. “I think, unless you really have it well thought out, game plans are hard to stick by, and take a lot of thinking- which is hard if you’re starving or exhausted.” He told her. “What do you think, do you have a plan yet?” He asked, raising a brow.

Abel had poured himself and Nick a drink after training. He wasn’t sure if he drank, but he figured that most people would need a drink after a long day of training. They were back on the ninth floor, where it was safe from any other ears. “What was your home like life?” Abel asked, because he was curious more than anything else. He took a seat on one of the sofas, pulling his legs up to rest on the coffee table. “Tell me about your family”

“Smile Az” Abel said over the lens of the camera. He’d found this camera, and hadn’t put it down all day. He had guilted Azrael into hanging out with him because he was lonely today, so he’d brought them burgers as a thank you. He hadn’t touched his yet though, too busy trying to get a good photo of Azrael mid bite.