Kyro \ Ronnie. - Tumblr Posts
an amused grin takes shape, forever a look of adoration whenever he looks at his siblings. “ is that so ? shall we call dad, let him know that he got it wrong ? that you are the true prodigy. ” he nods, brow raising in challenge as he takes off his gloves, tosses them to the side of the ring. “ go on then,” kyro softly encourages, raising his hands up, palms open, “ give it your best shot. show me how it’s really done. ”
@dreamerfms // shorefit gym
"your right hook is lacking," she laughs, lowering the pads and tapping his arm with one. it had been a while since ronnie had gotten into the gym with kyro, not exactly finding it her idea of a great time. she did, however, cherish any and all time she got to spend with her older brother. if that meant she had to spend the afternoon in a sweaty gym, so be it. "i think i could've thrown a better one than that last one. wanna test it out, no gloves ?"
he pretends to ponder, to humour her. “ hmm, let me think . . . maybe livin’ on a prayer, because something tells me you’d need one. ” kyro tries to hold back a laugh, but it still threatens to slip out. however, he still makes a point of exaggerating her strength when he fist meets the palm of her hand. “ unless you have any better options ? ” uses hands to encourage her to keep the hits coming, knows sometimes it just takes a little practise.
"i'm so glad you're finally starting to catch on," her pads are tossed to the side in the same manner as his, fists lifting as she circles him in the ring. "what do you think my walk in song should be ?" she questions, throwing her best version of a right hook to his left palm. "for when i make my debut as the next big boxer of the lee family."
kyro snorts, holds back his laughter. " pulp, huh ? " a brow shoots up, and he can't help the urge to be exactly what he's supposed to be, and that's an annoying older brother. he'll support his siblings all day long, believe in them fully, but that in no way means he's above teasing them. " that's big talk for someone who's punch feels like air. are you actually planning on using your muscles anytime soon ? " with those words he moves his hands in a extra slow-motion swing, no intention of any real impact. instead he grins as he presses his fingertip to her forehead, give a slight nudge. " come on, get mad. and rotate your hips, " he insists, slight demonstrates before putting his palms back up, ready for her next punch, " then maybe you'll hit with some real power. "
she can't help but hum the tune as she repositions herself, shaking off the laughter and putting on her game face. she's determined to throw a better one this time, bouncing on her feet and putting in a little more umph into her next swing. "you're the one that needs a prayer, big brother," she follows it up with another hit, stopping to shake her hand out. even she doesn't believe it as the next words fall from her lips, "your hands are gonna be pulp when i'm finished with you !"
