In the backyard of the Vatican, Flick had set up her boxing bag. Some days she forgot it was there and would note it looking forlorn in the rain while she made coffee in the kitchen. Other days she could hardly be torn away, letting out all her energy and frustrations on that heavy dead weight. Some days she looked out there and found Davis. His arms were very distracting when he punched and she liked when he looked so focused.

She was running out of excuses to deny him what he wanted: to try being a hunter.

It wasn't that she disapproved of the lifestyle - obviously that wasn't the case, as Flick couldn't even make herself pull back from it when she tried. But hunting, as great as it was, was a career with a short lifespan, and while that always seemed okay for Flick - she'd never expected anything more - it wasn't what she wanted for Davis. Flick wanted Davis to live a long and happy life but... well, Flick wanted to be in it. And she wanted him to understand better her own life.

Dropping her hands in front of the punching bag, Flick leaned forward to press her forehead against it. Yep. Time to do it.

When she leaned in Davis' doorway she was still breathing hard, her ponytail sweaty and messy. "Do you still want to go hunting?"
To say that the days were hot wasn't exactly true, but it was warmer than it had been and in celebration of that (and the claims that it wasn't going to rain for a week) the Outdoor Couch of the Vatican had reclaimed its proper home Outdoors. Flick had spent most of the day hidden away with Davis in his bedroom, trying out - sometimes with great embarrassment - some things she'd read about on the internet, all of them with varying degrees of success. (A few days earlier there had been a party at the Vatican filled with lots of new people Flick still didn't really know, and Davis has spent a long time talking to one beautiful girl in particular. It had made Flick worry: what if he was getting bored with her? She really didn't want Davis thinking she was uninteresting in the bedroom and breaking up with her. Flick knew she was being paranoid on this front, but still she'd thought it.)

And so Flick felt vaguely uncomfortable when she came out to join the people on the Outdoors Couch and one of them was the beautiful girl in question. Flick ran a hand through her drying hair and then sat down with her cider, watching the girl a little as though she were a thing to be suspicious of. When the girl noticed this her response was a warm and bright smile and a leaning forward to her.

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