[Stiles gives Derek a 'you can't be serious' look, then blanches, moving to grab at the log.]
You suck, by the way.
[He knows he shouldn't complain, but he is going to, anyways. He hefts the log into his hands, and does his best to lift it over his head. It seems like it's going to go well, but as he takes a step, he loses his balance, his center of gravity thrown off. And there goes the log flying backwards, and Stiles sort of going into a flaily pile with it.]
[ Derek simply shrugs the comment off; he’s heard worse in the past. Usually from Stiles too, so there’s nothing new about an insult coming from him.
And… That went worse than hoped. The werewolf shakes his head and moves forward until he’s more or less in line with Stiles’ face. Clearly anything that involves a combination of upper body strength and general balance is now out from this point on. When he peers down there is a small look of concern on his face. ]
[ Derek remains standing on his spot, just long enough to give Stiles a decent look over before reluctantly nodding. He doesn’t step away until the teenager is back on his feet and readying up for another attempt. If he wants to go again, to keep going for the sake of getting this down, Derek’s not going to stop him. ]
Good.
[ He’s actually impressed by the result. A little concerned about how well Stiles is holding up physically but, impressed all the same. ]
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Ten minutes will be enough.
[He's still got enough energy to attempt a joke, at least.]
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[ And he's not kidding about that. He can't be lenient about everything after all. ]
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[He moves to sit down on the log, fingers working to massage at his aching quads.]
After this lesson, I'm going to try and find us some food. We both need it.
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I’ll join you. Right now it’s safer if we move together.
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[He snorts, shaking his head, glancing up at Derek.]
Sounds good to me.
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[ Dynamic is certainly one word for it. ]
I might be able to pinpoint a source of food if we get close enough to one. Don't count on it though.
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[Still, he lets out a breath, and moves to stand again.]
Break is over.
[Really, he probably had more minutes, but if he stays sitting for any longer he's going to fall asleep.]
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[ You have no idea, Stiles. There is a stupidly strong smell of decay in the air these days.
Still. Derek nods his head before stepping back a few paces. ]
Have you ever used an axe to chop wood?
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He could; and would have, a while back.
But instead, he just shakes his head.]
Nope. Probably would have done that in Boy scouts, but I got kicked out after two weeks.
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Have you ever watched someone else do it then?
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[He doesn't think that counts.]
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Close enough. I want you to try and mimic them.
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I don't have an axe.
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You have a log though.
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[Sorry, Stiles just doesn't understand. He does, however, stand the log up like he would if he had an ax.]
See, I would need an ax, to uh--split it? [He makes the swinging motion.]
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Pick up the log. That log is your axe. Swing it.
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You suck, by the way.
[He knows he shouldn't complain, but he is going to, anyways. He hefts the log into his hands, and does his best to lift it over his head. It seems like it's going to go well, but as he takes a step, he loses his balance, his center of gravity thrown off. And there goes the log flying backwards, and Stiles sort of going into a flaily pile with it.]
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And… That went worse than hoped. The werewolf shakes his head and moves forward until he’s more or less in line with Stiles’ face. Clearly anything that involves a combination of upper body strength and general balance is now out from this point on. When he peers down there is a small look of concern on his face. ]
Need a hand?
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No, I'm okay.
[He looks up at Derek with a bit of...realization, but settles into determination as he pulls himself back up.]
I'm going to try again.
[And so he does. This time, he doesn't fall, but he does lose hold of the log.
Then he tries again.
His muscles are trembling, but he manages it, this time.]
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Good.
[ He’s actually impressed by the result. A little concerned about how well Stiles is holding up physically but, impressed all the same. ]
How are you feeling?
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[He shakes his head.]
My arms feel like jello.
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We'll call it here then. We can always do some short basic strength training tomorrow.
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[He runs a hand over his mouth.]
I do appreciate this stuff, for the record. Even if I mouth off.
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[ That walk alone will waste a bit of energy. So help him if he has to carry Stiles back to the campus. ]
It's fine. Just keep in mind that you're not the only one getting stressed during these sessions.
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[Derek's comment causes him to flinch, ducking his head.]
Sorry.
[He didn't mean to be a burden; that's the last thing he wants to be.]
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