>>19927955>>19929743Maaike turned the notebook around as it was slid towards her, noticing a small pattern in the madness, even if she could appreciate the rambling of incoherent thoughts and a small scribble on top of the page of Ash holding hands with a longer handed woman, one that Maaike had seen before, working on something in the kitchen with Lillith, her ears still trained on Ash's words as the coach rambled on for a bit.
>"No offense taken, Coach. If I was built like a twig I wouldn't have made it in my old carreer, I would have been snapped in half after first contact."Taking out a pen, Maaike began to write down a few things that Ash was talking about. 'Supporting weight, put stress on opponent rather then self.' All good points that Maaike hadn't considered yet, a small smile appearing on her face, Ash was actually helping her rather then admonishing her for her faults. It was a...pleasant change of pace compared to her old carreer.
>"Guillotine choke huh. Sounds nasty, I'll try and workshop it a bit. See if it works..."Sliding the notepad back to Ash revealed a meticolous handwriting, not written in English, nor Dutch for that matter.
Neatly folding her hands together, Maaike listened attentively to Ash, taking in the information like a sponge.
>"No Coach, crystal clear. I have noticed that wrestling is as much as a battle of wits as it is of the body. You've given me a lot to think about. A lot of things I hadn't even considered."There was a small pause as Maaike seemed to consider her next words.
>"Can I be frank, Coach?"[1/2]
