Blaise Cameron/Honoka Kobayashi - Wipe Those Tears!

[Devilish53]

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Still clad in the attire she wore to the ring, Honoka's efforts to revolutionise her lightweight division didn't exactly go to plan. And then some.

With tears still wet upon her cheek, hands to her cheeks, Honoka could barely contain her sadness. If anything, she expected at best slight disagreement towards her actions in ring with the protesting sign. Not outright arguments and name calling!

Spoiler

Resigning herself to what seemed to be a night-time worth of crying, Honoka's right hand would extend into the mash of wet tissues to her side, adding to the pile before claiming a fresh one. Right now, all she wanted to do was go home; but she couldn't muster the courage to walk down the halls of LAW with tears in her eyes, given she'd already humiliated herself enough in the ring. In amidst her tear filled sprint from the ring however, Honoka had found herself neither in the general women's locker room of LAW, nor her own private dressing room.

Seeking both privacy and desiring no possible interruptions to her crying rampage, Honoka had seemingly wandered farther than she should have. She was now on the other side of the LAW premises, sat by herself in the locker room connected to the publicly accessed gym!

[CyanDimitrik]

LAW was having a thing tonight. Blaise couldn't get tickets. His federation doesn't pay him well enough. Or consistent enough. Maybe it's a mix of the two. Not that he's complaining. He gets to do what he loves.

Now, some people might freak out with him being in this particular gym. He'd encountered it before. But he's run into enough of the LAW gals that they've become acclimated to his presence in the gym, and bumping into them - what with his big ugly Y chromosome - is no longer a big deal. Plus, he can have the televisions tuned to LAW's shenanigans without hassle. Other gyms, he might get the business for it. Though on nights where the broadcast is live, this gym is a veritable ghost town. Everyone this close has a ticket.

Blaise had been trotting merrily on a treadmill, watching the lightweight division go both nuclear and seemingly implosive with name-calling. "Hahah, wow," he commented to himself. "Now that - that's just nutty. Am I right?" He looked about for the approval of absolutely no one else, rendering him as the de-facto king of nutty. It did nothing to dampen his spirits.

A little time passed, he'd hopped off the treadmill, and he makes his way back to the lockers. Currently dressed in silver and white-piped shorts, white cross-trainers, and nothing else, he ventures forth with the intention to snag a waterbottle from his duffel. Why he didn't have it on him to begin with is a mystery even he couldn't explain. But then again: nutty.

His journey has taken a detour now, however, upon hearing some eerie sounds coming from deeper within. "Muh..?" He skulks closer, careful to avoid alerting the source of the sound. Upon rounding the final corner, he comes to an abrupt halt.

"Oh," he says aloud. It's that woman what was crying on the t.v. And she still is. To Hell with the people who say wrestling is fake!

"H-hey," he says as he cautiously eases closer, his right hand extended towards her not unlike how one might approach a wild deer. "You okay..?"

[Devilish53]

To Honoka's dismay, it seemed her luck would only turn a shade worse as her intended safe place turned out to be one of activity, however little. Turning her figure so that her back was to the door this unknown figure came through, Honoka would quickly bunch up as many of the soaked tissues to her side as she could in her right hand, whilst the left attempted the quickest wipe of her face as she could muster.

When the figure spoke, she'd keep her back to him still, albeit you only had to listen to know the girl was still tears a plenty.

"Mmhh..yehh..I'm fine..I just need a minute..."

[CyanDimitrik]

Translation: No, I'm not fine. D:

That's what Blaise hears; complete with the frowny-face. So he doesn't back off from her. Rather, he continues his cautious approach. "Take all the minutes ya need," he encourages. "But is being alone really what'cha want? It might be more fun to tell a random guy about how much of a jerk everyone else is." His head tilts, attempting to steal a look at her face and flash her an inviting smile that meets both hopeful and playful. "C'mon, don't stew. You can even beat up on me if you wanna. How many guys offer that?"

And as soon as he says it, he realizes the Internet has no shortage of fetishists who would probably pay ridiculous sums of money for that.

"I-I mean, how many normal guys would offer that?"

"Meaning me. I'm normal."

"Look, can you just, like, be a sweetheart and pretend that sounded smoother than it came out?"

[Devilish53]

In her honesty, not that she'd admit it, but an apparent nice-guy clutz like Blaise was exactly the one thing Honoka could do with to cheer up. Sniffles slowly lowering in volume and amount, Honoka would manage to lock eyes for a moment with the young man, before she looks down again courtesy of those pesky tears.

"Teehee..they..yeh they were all...jerks..." Scooting herself in the direction of Blaise just slightly, Honoka would finally lock eyes again, albeit with a nervous look still to her. "You're..you're silly.." She'd say again with laughter, before looking down and seemingly contemplating that said jerks simply did not deserve her tears.

[CyanDimitrik]

Blaise takes the eye contact as an invitation to sit next to her. And now that he sees her in person, as opposed to on screen, she really is cute. Way, way too cute to be so teary-eyed.

He leans towards her, nudging his shoulder at hers in a gentle, but playful manner appropriate that smile he continues to wear. "I'm gonna pretend you said 'charming'," he jokes. "So, I saw what was going on. Got all the t.v.'s in here tuned into the show. And hey, for what it's worth, your time to shine's coming. And, hey, in the meantime? You get a lot've opportunity to really build yourself up. Be the champ before a champ even exists!"

[Devilish53]

"Yeh..I know..." Pondering a little like a child who had just been told their punishment was less heinous than they themselves made it out to be, Honoka's legs would start to playfully swing from the bench she sat upon; attribute both to her height, and apparent playfulness over disappearing tears.

"I just wanted to help everyone. Make everyone take us seriously. Instead they came out and...they all bullied me..." Tears rearing up just slightly, Honoka's right hand would stop them where they were, as she tried to finally cease her crying.

[CyanDimitrik]

"That's just the biz'," offers Blaise. "I mean, you beat people up and hold'em down against their will. That's your job. Seems predatory, doesn't it? Kind'a like bullying? So don't let'em get to ya."

She seems to be doing better already, though. Between the gradual swing of her legs and her quick response to more pesky tears, he's pretty sure she's going to be alright. But that doesn't mean he's going to up and leave her. She may be in a better mood already, but she's still cute, see. There's no reason for him to want away from a cute girl. Add skimpy attire to the mix, and Blaise ain't budging just yet.

"I'm pretty sure people take you seriously," he adds. "I know I do! You're an athlete any way you wanna cut it!"

[Devilish53]

"But, that's all in the ring. Then, we have to do it." Sniffles completely disappearing as she nudged herself up to the point of arm grazing upon this mysterious males, Honoka could finally muster some full-on eye contact. That was, without breaking into tears again.

"But I was...I was trying to be really nice...and...and they just came out...and my sign! They ruined my sign!" Seemingly forgetting the entire five minutes of work she had put into making said sign, Honoka would swing her legs up and out with a little more frustration, as she pondered how the entire thing went so sour.

[CyanDimitrik]

"Signs come'n go!," posits Blaise. He tilts towards her to nudge into her again. "But you can't let some people ruin who ya are. And you seem to be a really nice, friendly girl. Even if the loudest voices are mean, people do like that. And I bet at least half of'em feel pretty bad about making you that upset." Maybe. That's a pretty bold assumption, he supposes, but screw it. It might make her feel better. One empty platitude amidst a medley of sincere pep-talkery should be okay.

"Besides, how cool will it be when you take those chicks down later?"