[ it's actually pretty fun for ben-- seeing as most of the time, he doesn't get to square off with someone his own size. of course, it's really not all that fair, what with ben being twenty-five and invulnerable, but when he pins bradbury for what might be the third or fourth time in a row, he's feels bad enough about it to ask wryly: ]
[ out of his league he may be, but bradbury's still having fun. as he's pinned to the mat for the umpteenth time, he groans, but he twists around enough to grin up at ben. ]
Don't count me out yet. [ his shirt's soaked through with sweat already, but he makes one last go of it, leg hooking around ben's in an attempt to send them rolling yet again. ]
[ oof! when ben ends up on his back this time, he might blame it on being caught off guard-- his fault, for underestimating his boss. there's that good-natured wryness lingering in his voice when he huffs out, tapping the mat with one hand in defeat: ]
Awright, awright. Uncle. Guess you still got a few moves in ya.
Told you. [ that makes the score, what: one out of five? bradbury grins down at ben where they're practically nose to nose, holding that grab just a beat longer than he needs to because if there's one bad habit he's picked up from mitch, expressing friendship through giving shit is one of them.
he is pretty much too tired for another round, though, so he rolls his weight off ben and gets to his feet, holding out a hand to help him up. ]
[ ben lays on his back another second before finally reaching up to grab hold of bradbury's hand, hauling himself to his feet. he pauses a second to catch his breath, then reaches over give bradbury a hearty clap on the back for a job well done. ]
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Ya feel like callin' it a day yet?
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Don't count me out yet. [ his shirt's soaked through with sweat already, but he makes one last go of it, leg hooking around ben's in an attempt to send them rolling yet again. ]
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Awright, awright. Uncle. Guess you still got a few moves in ya.
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he is pretty much too tired for another round, though, so he rolls his weight off ben and gets to his feet, holding out a hand to help him up. ]
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Now I know why you're head of security.