[ Derek gives Stiles another rotation after he's started to get the hang of things before trying to catch him out. A fight requires a person's full attention, there will be numerous things going on at once, hitting and moving is just one side of it.
There's also the enemy's movements to consider. Every now and then Derek starts to lightly kick out at Stiles' legs. ]
[Stiles is so focused on his hand movements that he nearly doesn't catch the first kick. It's hard, trying to break his focus between the two. Derek not warning him doesn't help--and that's probably the point.
The first kick catches him, but for the most part, Stiles is able to dodge, eyes making quick travels from Derek's face, to his legs, hands, just trying to anticipate any shifts that would indicate another attack.]
[ It is in fact entirely the point to keep the kicks as random as possible. No prior warning with as minimal movement as possible. An intelligent enemy will avoid broadcasting it's attacks and strike unexpectedly. This is just a warm up.
Derek does have a slight tell when he's about to kick, or really do anything, he tenses. Specifically around his shoulders and neck. ]
[ Derek raises an eyebrow. It's not that he isn't aware of the neck roll that he tends to do, it's just that a massage? Really? Who would do that for him? Peter? ]
It's up to you. If you're feeling tired, we can call it a day.
[ He's going to need a break from teaching anyway, a few minutes to try and figure out a plan from here on out. Once again, Derek kicks a leg out at random intervals. Just to make sure that Stiles can do the full exercise in both directions. ]
[Stiles is going to be at the end of his concentration by the end of this, too. He's getting better reading the signs, moving accordingly. It isn't perfect, but he's making improvement, and is a quick learner.]
[ That's really all Derek asks for during these sessions, that Stiles focuses for as long as possible and makes some sort of improvement. It doesn't have to be by much, it just has to be something.
He gives a short and simple nod towards the end of the rotation. ]
[ It's a safer answer than pointing out that they're sausages. They're not incredibly difficult to cook in the first place. Still he follows closely and keeps an eye on Stiles' movements. Makes a mental note to start with a few stretches next time. ]
[ He can think of one recipe involving creamed corn, the downside is it requires a number of other items. Eggs, flour, sugar, syrup. That's literally the only thing he can think of to make the corn somewhat useful.
He gives a short nod as he passes Stiles, briefly pausing to make sure that they're still walking alongside one another. It's just easier to have a conversation that way. ]
[ A clear eyebrow raise before Derek shakes his head. ]
Physical exercise tends to do that. In your case, it's an outlet for your excess energy.
[ He could be incredibly 'off' in this assumption but, from Stiles phrasing of his sentence, it sounds as though he's having trouble sleeping on non-training days. ]
If you can, try to fit a solo-practice or two into your daily routine.
[ From the couple of times that Derek has run into him, he seems like a nice enough kid. He might laugh a little but Derek can't picture him as actively taunting or teasing Stiles over it. ]
[Really, Roddy might even want to learn, too. It's not like rats really have good fighting skills.]
I'll just go through my lacrosse stretches.
[Stiles rummages and pulls out the lighter that is in one of the drawers, lighting the gas flame. He puts the frying pan over the flame, and then puts the sausages in it.]
Do you want a little char on yours, or no?
[Some people like their sausages like that. He does.]
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Okay.
[He lets out a breath, and starts to do as he's told. It's awkward at first, but towards the second circle, he's settling into the motions.]
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There's also the enemy's movements to consider. Every now and then Derek starts to lightly kick out at Stiles' legs. ]
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The first kick catches him, but for the most part, Stiles is able to dodge, eyes making quick travels from Derek's face, to his legs, hands, just trying to anticipate any shifts that would indicate another attack.]
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Derek does have a slight tell when he's about to kick, or really do anything, he tenses. Specifically around his shoulders and neck. ]
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[Stiles does see the tell; he is commenting on it, in a round about way, really.
He stops, flexing his hand.]
Did you want me to keep going?
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It's up to you. If you're feeling tired, we can call it a day.
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No, I want to keep going.
[Stiles doesn't want to quit. He wants to prove he can do this.]
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Derek gives a short nod before waving Stiles on. ]
Try going round the way.
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Okay. Then after this, we should grab something to eat.
[Because he is going to need a break. Giving a solid nod, Stiles starts around the other way.]
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Fine. After this round, we'll go and eat.
[ He's going to need a break from teaching anyway, a few minutes to try and figure out a plan from here on out. Once again, Derek kicks a leg out at random intervals. Just to make sure that Stiles can do the full exercise in both directions. ]
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[Stiles is going to be at the end of his concentration by the end of this, too. He's getting better reading the signs, moving accordingly. It isn't perfect, but he's making improvement, and is a quick learner.]
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He gives a short and simple nod towards the end of the rotation. ]
Good.
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So sandwiches? Or I can cook us up some sausage.
[They can talk about their next session over lunch...dinner...whatever.]
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Sausage. There were a few that had thawed the last time I looked.
[ Late lunch, early dinner. Either or. ]
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I'm getting pretty good at cooking them, too.
[Stiles roll his shoulders back, shaking his head; he's going to be sore tomorrow, that's for sure. He starts towards the dining building.]
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[ It's a safer answer than pointing out that they're sausages. They're not incredibly difficult to cook in the first place. Still he follows closely and keeps an eye on Stiles' movements. Makes a mental note to start with a few stretches next time. ]
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[It just won't work; he tried to dehydrate it, even...but no go. That crap is useless.
It's a short walk over to the dining hall, and he opens the door for Derek.]
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[ He can think of one recipe involving creamed corn, the downside is it requires a number of other items. Eggs, flour, sugar, syrup. That's literally the only thing he can think of to make the corn somewhat useful.
He gives a short nod as he passes Stiles, briefly pausing to make sure that they're still walking alongside one another. It's just easier to have a conversation that way. ]
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[He snorts in agreement, moving to walk next to Derek again. He's gesturing a little bit, but less than normal--a clear sign he's a bit tired.]
I will say, I never have a problem sleeping after working out with you.
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Physical exercise tends to do that. In your case, it's an outlet for your excess energy.
[ He could be incredibly 'off' in this assumption but, from Stiles phrasing of his sentence, it sounds as though he's having trouble sleeping on non-training days. ]
If you can, try to fit a solo-practice or two into your daily routine.
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[He pushes into the kitchen, quirking an eyebrow as he walks towards one of the storage areas.
Because he knows what 'solo practice' used to mean to him but that definitely isn't what Derek means.]
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Going over what we've practised. I can give you a couple of exercises to do on your own time if you want.
[ Just so Stiles has something productive to burn energy on. ]
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[But still, he finally grabs two sausages from the stash, starting over towards the stove.]
I guess doing some cardio couldn't hurt, either.
[Running stairs.]
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[ From the couple of times that Derek has run into him, he seems like a nice enough kid. He might laugh a little but Derek can't picture him as actively taunting or teasing Stiles over it. ]
Just remember to stretch beforehand.
[ And don't trip up the stairs. That too. ]
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[Really, Roddy might even want to learn, too. It's not like rats really have good fighting skills.]
I'll just go through my lacrosse stretches.
[Stiles rummages and pulls out the lighter that is in one of the drawers, lighting the gas flame. He puts the frying pan over the flame, and then puts the sausages in it.]
Do you want a little char on yours, or no?
[Some people like their sausages like that. He does.]
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