see the sunset turning red let all be quiet in your head and look about
You've got your own stress to burn off, and so you make your way to the infamous boxing ring, fairly confident the 'Biter and his husband won't chew you out for using a public establishment even if it's theirs. It's been a while since you've properly boxed but the muscle memory is there, and as you bind your hands and shed your shoes you can feel said memories prickling through you, settling you into your stance.
A good few rounds and you're feeling warmed up enough to raise the bar. It's been a while since you properly sparred, and your arm makes you a weak opponent, but the wound is wrapped up in its binding and you've become pretty good at shielding your left side. Glancing around the dark establishment you catch sight of a man about your side, appearing similarly lost.
"Oi! Fancy a match?" you call out to the stranger, jerking your head to an empty ring before getting into position yourself.
A good few rounds and you're feeling warmed up enough to raise the bar. It's been a while since you properly sparred, and your arm makes you a weak opponent, but the wound is wrapped up in its binding and you've become pretty good at shielding your left side. Glancing around the dark establishment you catch sight of a man about your side, appearing similarly lost.
"Oi! Fancy a match?" you call out to the stranger, jerking your head to an empty ring before getting into position yourself.
ZEPHYR
