IT'S THE EYE OF THE TIGER!!
Characters: Ryohei, Ffamran, and Danny
Content: Ryohei teaches Ffamran and Danny how to not hit like sissy little girls.
Setting: Er. Somewhere on the VII that Ryohei has borrowed to be a training room where he can hang up his punching bag. Probably a storage room.
Time: EXTREME O'CLOCK. After the VII has docked. And after Ryohei's done his chores.
Warnings: An extreme man who hits like a tyrannosaurus rex. Boys who hit like nansy-pansies. Boxing. Your danger senses should be going off by now.
Once he finished all his chores for the day (including Hijikata's) Ryohei made his way to the storage room he'd been using for his boxing practice for a while now. He managed to make it there without seeing anyone, thank god, since he didn't need people stopping him and asking him about the punching bag he was carrying along with him. This was good training and something to wear him down, luckily for the other two teens he was going to have joining him.
Once he had the bag hanging from a steal beam above, satisfied when it was nice and tight, he left to only return with a box full of boxing gear. There were a couple (very) dusty boxing helmets, and extra boxing gloves, along with rolls of gauze. Rummaging through the box, he blew the dust off the helmets, coughing to himself. He hadn't used these in an extremely long time, but he was smart for keeping them!
"Hmm... yosh! This one should fit Danny... and this one..." he pulled out another one, brushing the dust off it with a thoughtful hum. "This one should fit Ffamran. Now, gloves..."
He continued going through his things, talking to himself and comparing the gloves thoughtfully.
Content: Ryohei teaches Ffamran and Danny how to not hit like sissy little girls.
Setting: Er. Somewhere on the VII that Ryohei has borrowed to be a training room where he can hang up his punching bag. Probably a storage room.
Time: EXTREME O'CLOCK. After the VII has docked. And after Ryohei's done his chores.
Warnings: An extreme man who hits like a tyrannosaurus rex. Boys who hit like nansy-pansies. Boxing. Your danger senses should be going off by now.
Once he finished all his chores for the day (including Hijikata's) Ryohei made his way to the storage room he'd been using for his boxing practice for a while now. He managed to make it there without seeing anyone, thank god, since he didn't need people stopping him and asking him about the punching bag he was carrying along with him. This was good training and something to wear him down, luckily for the other two teens he was going to have joining him.
Once he had the bag hanging from a steal beam above, satisfied when it was nice and tight, he left to only return with a box full of boxing gear. There were a couple (very) dusty boxing helmets, and extra boxing gloves, along with rolls of gauze. Rummaging through the box, he blew the dust off the helmets, coughing to himself. He hadn't used these in an extremely long time, but he was smart for keeping them!
"Hmm... yosh! This one should fit Danny... and this one..." he pulled out another one, brushing the dust off it with a thoughtful hum. "This one should fit Ffamran. Now, gloves..."
He continued going through his things, talking to himself and comparing the gloves thoughtfully.