"Ow--owowow, Nitoh--" Haruto hisses and grumbles until Nitoh's weight is off, and wiggles away from him for good measure, sipping at his tea so the part threatening to slip over any time he so much as moved was gone. There, that was better.

"Training dummies only give so much satisfaction," Haruto says, "but I'm sure we can think of some exercise." It wasn't that long ago that he was training every day, for less violent pursuits. "Or you could let Nitoh take you on a hike. I hear he's good at those," he adds, more lightly.