A Friendly Little Spar

[Nox]

Nox listened to the trainer talk, he almost sounded like he really cared. But then again he was a trainer for a reason. Nox really didn't care less. He was a bit surprised to hear that he had to go home and do his thing, Nox wondered if he was shy on top of being a wuss.

But Pyotr did agree to go out with them. Nox was almost sad when he offered his name. He grinned as he hummed pop goes the weasel again. For once he wasn't trying to unnerve him, just trying to make sure he got the reference. Though it was going to be very difficult to stop doing that. Though Nox hoped soon his mind wouldn't be on his shit memory or weasel boy either. A good night was needed, Bas should live up to what he claimed, or at least the getting in trouble part.

Bas went to the back and Nox followed. Nox was done quickly. And back in the front chatting with the guy at the desk, and paying for a week, for now. He needed to get into shape if he was going to be fighting anything, and the helpless feeling felt wrong, he knew, no he felt he could do a whole lot better. Power or no, fighting was in his blood. He knew it.

"Ready? Let's go man."


Nox nodded and pulled his leather jacket on as he followed Bas out the door. He hated the winter, and Moscow as cold as hell. He knew he wasn't meant for cold weather, and he wondered why he'd come here. There had to be a pretty big reason why he'd have left the good ol' US of A. Why hadn't anyone here claimed knowledge of him yet? So many questions, and zilch for answers. Drinking was going to help find the, but it made him feel better, less like the lost cause he felt now.

Continued in Rollin'


Edited by Nox, Sep 25 2014, 11:10 AM.