46 Action // Voice
Mac was tired, smelled like garbage (much like everything else), but better than before, yes. With the chicken menace gone and people not being stone anymore, Mac was ready to take it easy and finish school.
The moment he felt at ease and had just returned to his dorm after a while, his phone rang. What? Weird, it wasn't anyone in his contacts. Maybe it was N letting him know he got back to campus okay? He was quick to answer.
"...Hello?"
An angry sounding person was on the other end. Oh no. He recognized that angry voice anywhere. And why the hell does he call him? Mac knows the guy hates his guts. Aran Ryan started to spew his usual nonsense. Mac begged the question why he hadn't changed his number or something...or just ignored strange calls.
"What do ya want, Ryan?" Mac spoke to him in an bored tone. Clearly, he wasn't in the mood for his crap.
What started in an angry mocking rage that Mac was so close to the champ title, saying comments like "he was just lucky" turned into something else. Ryan requested a rematch. Rematch? Why? Aran Ryan started to share his usual angry rage of insults. For a while, Mac toned him out. Then he said something that did strike a nerve. Some of Mac's friends were in the front row and watched his match. According to Ryan, he wouldn't have lost if they hadn't distracted him.
"Listen here, pal," Mac started to say. "Ain't their fault if they thought you were a cheatin' scumbag. Don't drag 'em into this..." Mac was not willing to have someone stupidly insult people he liked for their own follies. Aran Ryan wanted a rematch to prove it? Mac was above this stupid thing, but he wasn't letting this slide. "Fine, you want me to prove it? You got your rematch. Fine. Sure. Next weekend. Plenty of time to get ready."
Mac clicked the phone off and rubbed his temple. Ugh, the kind of people he dealt with. Not all boxers played fair game, it pained him to think. But maybe Aran Ryan needed to be taught a lesson in fair game and fair fight. Mac was willing to do that. But there were more important things to worry about right now. Mac got on his computer.
Hey, how's everyone doin' now? Other than maybe smellin' like a dumpster. Cuz everythin's smellin' like a dumpster right now. [Oh god, Raiden. Raiden was the janitor, oh shi-]
Nobody's stoned anymore? [EVERYONE'S PRIVATES ARE IN TACT?]
I know that junk the chicken blob thing left behind seemed to do the trick. All ya need then is a few showers and loads of perfume, hahaha...Anyway, to those who fought that thing? Tried to help people out? Give yourself a few pats on the back, cuz you really deserve it, okay?