[This wasn't anything like a mission--but Flandre was still nervous. No, that wasn't it--anxious, giddy, something like that--she wanted to be as helpful as she could be.
She came into the gym with a small equipment bag and her hair tied back, wearing a similar training uniform and her usual toed shoes with gaps in them for her claws to poke through. She wasn't wearing her wings, though, just the caps that went over the sockets in her back--tearing the mats was an exercise best avoided.]
Hello! Are you ready? [Flandre asked brightly, stretching her arms out in front of her. She wasn't wearing any gloves, though they were in the bag if asked.]
This is fine! I apologize for the wait D:
She came into the gym with a small equipment bag and her hair tied back, wearing a similar training uniform and her usual toed shoes with gaps in them for her claws to poke through. She wasn't wearing her wings, though, just the caps that went over the sockets in her back--tearing the mats was an exercise best avoided.]
Hello! Are you ready? [Flandre asked brightly, stretching her arms out in front of her. She wasn't wearing any gloves, though they were in the bag if asked.]