Ghost was becoming worried. It wasn't like Kira to leave him alone for so long. She had said she would just be meeting her friend Kalimar for a sparring match, but it had been three hours and he hadn't heard a word from Kalimar's ghost. He hoped that the pair weren't up to any trouble.
Kira was sweating profusely, trying to block blows from the titan that was almost twice her size. It was proving difficult; Kalimar was fast without his armor to slow him down. He almost landed a punch to her chest, and she blocked, getting knocked backward in the process. "Woah," she huffed, recoiling, "that was some punch. Do you hit everyone you know like that?"
He laughs. "Only the people that piss me off. And of course, whenever the Darkness is dumb enough to get too close to me." Kira smiles, pulling the sparring pads off of her hands and sighing deeply. "Man, I'm glad we're friends, I would never want to get in a fight with you."
"Don't worry. I can't see us physically fighting about anything."
Kira wrings her hands and nods. "Good." She stretches and yawns slightly. "Hey, can you get your ghost to tell mine I'll be back home soon?" Kalimar shrugs and turns away, summoning his ghost. It blinks and whirs, relaying the message. "Thanks," Kira says, grabbing her things and draping her workout towel around her neck. "I'm gonna head out. I'll see you later. Thanks for the sparring match, I'm definitely going to feel this in the morning."
"Bye," Kalimar waves, and Kira leaves. The walk through the Tower is nice. It's late at night and she can just faintly hear the woosh of planes passing overhead, transporting Guardians to and fro. She smiled a bit, wiping her hands and face with her towel. Nothing like a good workout to keep you fit for fighting the Darkness.
She arrives at her apartment and unlocks the door, met with a hovering, worried Ghost. "Where were you?" He asks, and Kira drops her bag of things unceremoniously on the bedroom floor. "Match went into overtime," she shrugged, heading into the bathroom and peeling off her clothes.
"You were gone for three hours," Ghost whined, as Kira turned on the shower and stepped inside. "I'm sorry," she said, pulling her long dark hair out of its bun and lathering it. "I didn't think we would have such a good time. Kalimar showed me his Sunbreaker hammer and I showed him my bow. I'll be ready against titans in the Crucible," she continued, rinsing off and turning the shower off.
Ghost whirred and clicked outside the bathroom, talking louder to compensate for distance. He didn't like to impose on Kira's privacy. "Well, I was worried sick," he said, and Kira, wrapped in a towel, pushed him out of her way as she went into the bedroom to find clothes. He hated when she did that, it made him feel much smaller than he knew he was, less important. "And you know I don't like it when you push me out of the way," he scolded.
Kira looked sympathetic, but her tone was insincere. "Then move out of the way." She pauses, pulling on her clothes and looking at Ghost. "Look, I'm sorry. I know you were worried. It won't happen again, next time you'll come with me. Now hush up, let's go to bed."
She crawled into bed and Ghost floated over towards her, resting himself on the nightstand. "Want me to set an alarm?" He asks softly, and Kira nods. "Sure. Just make sure it's not a loud one, I don't want to accidentally crush you trying to turn it off."