Armstrong == 002

[hates_shirts]

Who: hates_shirts, pugilistinpink and whoever decides to pop up?
Where: The Arena at the Residential District
Style: Third, will follow accordingly
Status: Open, as far as I know *lol

Comments

[pugilistinpink]

[In his muscle tank and boxing trunks, with his gloves slung over his shoulder, the young man had stepped into The Arena at nine o' clock as he had every morning since Mr. Sephiroth had made him aware of the training facility, alternating between lifting weights, skipping rope, and fiercely pummeling the punching back with every bit of raging fire in his belly. While it wasn't the same without Doc's encouragement, his involvement, his presence - and would never be - he knew that moping about it wouldn't change the situation, and that letting his sense of loneliness get the better of him would only detract from the focus he needed to build up his strength and stamina. He needed to be prepared to give his very best shot at winning the WVBA World Circuit Championship belt...

In spite of this deep concentration he worked to maintain, the Bronxite had taken notice of the shirtless mountain of muscles which was Armstrong, in the midst of his training. At first glance, there had been love, fff Mac's eyes had held a measure of surprise and

[pugilistinpink]

[The boy gazes back, humbled and touched and momentarily speechless before he lets out a breath and an excitable grin plays his lips.]

I'd love t'spar with you, sir! You name a day an' a time an' I'll find you!

My delays are getting longer and longer /sob

[hates_shirts]

I guess that any weekend is fine by me. [You know, police work and all that jazz... But he's probably a little bit 'exempt' on those days.]

It would be great to see what you are capable of!

[pugilistinpink]

I ain't gonna disappoint you, sir.

[hates_shirts]

Don't need to push yourself too hard though. After all, it'll be just a passtime.