Who: Matt and Elfangor
Status: Semi-open (anyone in the area can feel free to come watch/mock Matt)
Style: Prose, past tense
Where: Outside Mizusato
When: Week 28, Day 4 // backdated a smidge
Rating: PG
Warnings: Language, I assume
Summary: Matt's going to try to stop being the Most Fail Andalite Ever.
Matt was still sort of embarrassed about his last try at tail-fighting, and he probably would've just consigned it to the category of Things I'll Never Be Good At (the mental land where social skills and any sort of activity requiring a sense of rhythm also resided), except that he hadn't forgotten Elfangor's look of disappointment when Matt gave up so easily.
There was also something Matt needed to talk about in private, an idea that had been gaining strength for some time, enough that he'd mentioned it to a few other people, but he was nervous about what Elfangor might think of it. It was kind of up there with the one thing Matt had ever yelled at him about.
He tried to hide his apprehension when he went to find him.
"Hey. You wanna give teaching me to fight another go? I won't wimp out this time, promise."