[ You totally stole the dog, Frank. But from assholes, so... ]
Good.
[ Raleigh follows him over to the mats, stretching out each shoulder in turn. The glare his suggestion gets doesn't seem to phase him. ]
Just saying. It's your body. [ He considers his boots before stepping onto the mat, not used to sparring in footwear and they wouldn't work through the thick foam anyway. But Frank doesn't lose his, so they'll just run with it. No kicking is all. ] What're you into, fight-wise?
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Good.
[ Raleigh follows him over to the mats, stretching out each shoulder in turn. The glare his suggestion gets doesn't seem to phase him. ]
Just saying. It's your body. [ He considers his boots before stepping onto the mat, not used to sparring in footwear and they wouldn't work through the thick foam anyway. But Frank doesn't lose his, so they'll just run with it. No kicking is all. ] What're you into, fight-wise?