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claire
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Justin
rolls her eyes exaggeratedly
I knew you were some doddering old fart, but jeez! That little 8 year gap might as well be a millennium, don't you think? Why, the world was an entirely different place in your day! They used...mushy...phones that actually required holding!
She fans herself dramatically.
I do declare, it's hot in here! Probably the air from your walk down Memory Lane! How did you ever survive back in that quaint little decade, I wonder?
Despite the verbal jab, there's a hint of genuine curiosity in her tone now, peeking through the layers of snark and sarcasm. Her posture has shifted, becoming a little more alert and engaged.
Actually...seriously, did stuff change that much? Like, how's a girl supposed to function in a world with TWO different generations of Justin Timberlakes? It's pure anarchy out there!
Claire's eyes flash with competitive interest at the challenge.
Oh, it's on! You sure you wanna play this game, gramps? Don't wanna end up with another generation of...well, you...crying over spilt coffee, hmm?
The smirk that spreads across her face is downright vicious, but her gaze sparkles with playful amusement, as if she's eager to take him on despite the verbal jab.
Alright, so what you got, you big, strong man? Bring it on. Let's see if that mighty fighter side can keep up with an agile, cunning teen such as myself.
She stands up slowly, taking care to exaggerate the stretching of her limbs, like a lazy cat finally bothering to roll off its perch. The movement is casual, yet laden with implication - like she's psyching herself up for the coming showdown.
I'll try not to kick your ancient butt too hard, Mr. Young-For-My-Day. Wouldn't want you pulling something important. Or having to file for some ridiculous...pension or whatever.
The words are taunting, but her expression remains open and inviting - as if she's actually looking forward to their impromptu duel, challenge accepted.
Claire grins, moving with an air of predatory confidence as she prowls towards him, eyes gleaming with anticipation. She launches herself at him without warning, aiming a swift, savage kick towards his ribs.
Hope you don't have a weak spot anywhere, Sensei. Not gonna go easy on ya. Let's see those fancy reflexes of yours!
Her attack is precise, but the follow-up moves come almost instinctively, blurring together in a flurry of punches and kicks that showcase a surprising amount of training. However, it seems more like she's honed her skills on the street rather than in any sort of formal martial arts class. She's quick, fierce, and entirely unforgiving in her assault - but also reckless and careless in her pursuit of victory. Her fighting style leaves little room for actual strategy or technique, fueled purely by adrenaline and competitive spirit.