#kj.

Woosh! Smack! Pow! Loud thwacks echoed off the walls with each strike of Kit’s gloved fists to the focus mitts. Boxing Club was something of a sanctuary for him, in a way the gym couldn’t be. Within these walls, aggression was welcome – in fact encouraged. It was a great place to let off steam. A lot of which has built up in Kit over the past several days. “And I dunno, man. It’s just really frickin’ frustrating. Like I can’t get pissed off at someone without them dangling the whole Jesse thing in my face.” A quick one-two punch combo and Kit made an X with his arms, signaling for a break as he backed away from KJ. “You wanna have a go? We can switch.” With his teeth, he undid the wrist strap of his right glove and trapped it between his side and left arm, tugging his hand free.

KENNEDY: Alexandra. Good evening. Hi.

KENNEDY: This is Kennedy.

     “--- yo, i am telling you, shakira didn’t have to go this hard with ‘she wolf’, but she did, and i feel like i should be eternally grateful for it,” gigi mused, suddenly emerging from her room, draped in a blanket that was way too long, it basically dragged itself on the floor behind her. “you know, i have those moments of weird nostalgia when it comes to some songs -- i keep thinking they’re old as fuck, but... they’ve only been around for like... ten years, or whatever. it fucks me up, dude.” a can of sugar free redbull in her hand was long forgotten, and at this point, she was just using it as a prop to fit the ‘exhausted student chic’ aesthetic. there was a pause, a couple of blinks and a deep breath, as she tried to get out of whatever alternate daydream universe she had gotten herself into.