Fight Club, Atlas Gym, Sunday Evening
The gym was set up as usual, with the addition of a playpen stuck off to the side of the beginner area. "Welcome back," Ghanima stated clearly. "Either you've rattled something loose, or you're starting to learn."
"Or you're incorrigible," Tyler suggested, through a stuffy nose. His eyes were red and he leaned against a wall; he wouldn't be sparring today. "In any case, hello and we won't waste your time talking today. Go fight. You and you, you and - you, I think, and ... Ghanima, choose our last two lucky pairs."
"Those two." She hadn't actually looked, just pointed. "Go. We'll both be around keeping an eye on things, and I'll be helping at the beginner mats."
[OCD up!]
"Or you're incorrigible," Tyler suggested, through a stuffy nose. His eyes were red and he leaned against a wall; he wouldn't be sparring today. "In any case, hello and we won't waste your time talking today. Go fight. You and you, you and - you, I think, and ... Ghanima, choose our last two lucky pairs."
"Those two." She hadn't actually looked, just pointed. "Go. We'll both be around keeping an eye on things, and I'll be helping at the beginner mats."
[OCD up!]