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Gabriel has a brand new wardrobe to go with his new height, but since it's all army issue anyway it may be difficult to tell. He's running in the sand by the lake, trying to get a better feel for his changed center of gravity. There's sand clinging to his black tee, indicating he's fallen at least once.

Later inside he'll chill at the bar with a smoothie, banana coconut. He'll still be shedding sand.

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Reaper has claimed his usual chair by the fire, angled so he can see the room. He'll be gone by the time Gabriel comes in but for now the bone mask watches the other patrons impassively. On the table near him is an untouched jar of moonshine.

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Cassian's almost back at base and the periodic appearances of Milliways are welcome. His job is to blend in and hide but these long transports always make him aware of who he is and what he's not.

He's at the pells, staying in practice and taking some of his frustrations out. At a point when he's resting, he sees Gabriel running and tries to figure out what's different as he waves.

Gabriel returns the wave, nearly stumbling in the sand as it shifts under him. He returns his focus to what he's doing and finishes his lap, breathing heavily. He's pretty sure his calves are on fire. He makes his way over to the rocks where he stashed a water bottle in the shade to keep it cold. He continues his cooldown by heading the pilot's way.

"Hey, Cassian." He sips his water, still panting slightly. "How you been?"

"Not too bad. How are you?"

He also has some water that he drinks as he sits down, stretching his shoulders.

"Doing alright. Working out some kinks with this growth spurt." He almost chuckles at the thought of him actually going through a growth spurt at this age. He shakes his head and stretches his calves.

"Growth spurt? Did you expect it?"

Cassian remembers when he got his height, it made everything awkward and he felt too loud. To have one when you're older and used to your body seems odd, but maybe its like getting a prosthesis, one more thing to adjust to.

He nods, slowly switching the stretch to the other leg.

"Yeah. Part of the program I'm in. More leverage for your muscles if they're longer."

"Do you know how tall you're going to end up?"

Gabriel was already taller than Cassian and in good shape, he's going to be daunting when all of this is over.

"Should be topped out." Gabriel keeps his tone easy but there are a few soldiers who haven't stopped when they were supposed to.

"Six-one's tall enough for our needs." Not like they're going to end up on power armor, after all.

The measurement doesn't mean much to Cassian but he'll mentally file it away, "Should, don't they know?"

Gabriel stands again, opting to rub the back of his head with a slight shrug.

"Altering humans like this was illegal till recently. Desperate times, desperate measures."

"Yes, that was the reasoning behind the clones,"

He can understand why Gabriel's making the choices he is, it just seems a lot of trust to put into a government.

His face goes a little more stoic.

"Options are kinda limited, Cassian. Just wish they could hurry it up some, we got more people dying every day. 's why I cheat recovery time by coming here."

"They always are. They'll be glad to have you back in the field," He rubs the back of his neck and takes another drink before saying, "I've been on a commercial transport and hearing a lot about how reassuring and efficient stormtrooper patrols are."

Its an explanation of sorts as he respects Gabriel and how he's fighting for his home.

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He lets himself wince.

"Sorry, man. I forget the kind of soldiers you have to deal with." And if it'll make him feel better, "Hey, I ever go over to the bad guys, you have my permission to shoot me."

He very nearly said 'dark side' there.

He shrugs, he doesn't mention it often as everyone in his galaxy knows and he likes not having to think about 'troopers,

"I don't think it'll come to that."

And he'd rather not have to shoot anyone in Milliways.

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"Same."

He's really not sure how fighting omnics would lead down that road anyway.

"So what are you working on out here?"

"Getting my frustrations out with some exercise. There's a good set up out here,"

Cassian gestures to the pells and punching bag.

He recognizes the pells thanks to messing around at ren faires. Did he miss the sword when he was walking up?

He gestures to the post. "What're you practicing on that? Seems a little sturdy for heavy bag work."

“I’ve been on the punching bag more but the shape helps with practicing weak spots and I’ve worked on rougher,”

Cassian stands up and goes through the best direct hits to take down a ‘trooper. His jacket provides some protection and he doesn’t mind the pain as it’s a series of moves that’s always been almost reassuring.

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He keeps a wince on his face as Cassian hits the pells.

"Seems rough. I'd offer to take a few, but I'm real easy to knock over right now. Unless that's what you're after?"

He'd get a little dirty, sure, but he's already got sand on his clothes. And he needs to start learning to keep his feet under him again sometime.

Cassian considers Gabriel, he doesn’t want to hurt him but he’d hurt less hitting a person, “It would be easier against someone else but what are you up to?”

"Grew three inches." He holds up a thumb and forefinger to show the difference. "Center of gravity is all off and my limbs are longer than I'm used to. Taking longer than I like to adjust."

Which is to say it's been only a couple days since he's been cleared to exercise again.

He gives a wry grin. "Opted for hard mode by running on the sand." He brushes at the grains clinging to his shirt.

"And you want to try harder and go a few rounds?"

He has been curious to see how Gabriel fights, Cassian suspects their training isn't too different.

He rolls his head from side to side, not looking keen on the idea. But the sooner he can get his feet under him the sooner he can get back to his normal regimen.

Decided, he gives Cassian a cocky grin. "Sure. Think of it as a handicap."

Cassian returns the grin with a half smile and takes off his jacket, laying it on a rock,

"Maybe we should move over to the sand, probably a softer landing."