01-14-2020, 09:02 PM
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— freddie hadn’t originally wanted to go to the sparring event. he understood that the point of it all was to keep everyone on their toes, make sure they knew how to fight and be prepared for anything. fred didn’t like that point, however; he much preferred the idea of relaxing in the living room. relaxing, finally, after all this time spent on his toes-- well. a stirling could at least dream, couldn’t they?
shuffling in a bit after the others, he looked around at the familiar faces. he glanced around at the others before he eventually breathed a short, dramatic sigh. “i don’t think i belong here,” he hummed, casually throwing an arm around his brother. “i’m a lover, not a fighter. don’t you know?” he glanced around at the group, as if to see if there was anyone that actually bought his keen self-observation. he didn’t think others were that convinced. it was hard to play a part when so many knew exactly how he was. pursing his lips, he nodded to himself. note to self; family could see right through any good-guy act.
narrowing his eyes slightly, he hummed to himself as he glanced around the group. then- “alf.” this was a bad idea, an insanely bad idea. yet there was something about bad ideas that just felt so right. “i bet i could beat you with one hand tied behind my back.” alfie was exceptional hand-to-hand combat… and for someone who was well-aware of it, his confidence made him sound almost completely oblivious to the fact.
//wow sorry for this post
— freddie hadn’t originally wanted to go to the sparring event. he understood that the point of it all was to keep everyone on their toes, make sure they knew how to fight and be prepared for anything. fred didn’t like that point, however; he much preferred the idea of relaxing in the living room. relaxing, finally, after all this time spent on his toes-- well. a stirling could at least dream, couldn’t they?
shuffling in a bit after the others, he looked around at the familiar faces. he glanced around at the others before he eventually breathed a short, dramatic sigh. “i don’t think i belong here,” he hummed, casually throwing an arm around his brother. “i’m a lover, not a fighter. don’t you know?” he glanced around at the group, as if to see if there was anyone that actually bought his keen self-observation. he didn’t think others were that convinced. it was hard to play a part when so many knew exactly how he was. pursing his lips, he nodded to himself. note to self; family could see right through any good-guy act.
narrowing his eyes slightly, he hummed to himself as he glanced around the group. then- “alf.” this was a bad idea, an insanely bad idea. yet there was something about bad ideas that just felt so right. “i bet i could beat you with one hand tied behind my back.” alfie was exceptional hand-to-hand combat… and for someone who was well-aware of it, his confidence made him sound almost completely oblivious to the fact.
//wow sorry for this post
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[size=10pt]*･ﾟ[abbr=24 years old, male, flintlock]✦[/abbr] COME ON AND BARE YOUR TEETH
[size=10pt]*･ﾟ[abbr=24 years old, male, flintlock]✦[/abbr] COME ON AND BARE YOUR TEETH