08-04-2021, 09:19 PM
[align=center][div style="width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-family: andale mono; font-size: 6.5pt; letter-spacing: 2.5px; word-spacing: 1px; line-height: 14px; color: #484a4d"]A twisted grin sat on his lips as Teddy sat right at the front in a place he dubbed the booth. Although it barely resembled any appearance of a booth, the only seating area in the fighting club was cordoned off with a red velvet rope fence so that the seats were reserved solely for whoever Teddy wished to have sit beside him. Within the stir of the excitable yet overcrowded underground fight club, the only area that wasn’t busy with drunken crowds all shoulder-to-shoulder was where Teddy sat comfortably at his own leisure, sipping at a drink with content.
His soft honey locks curled impeccably as he left his hair in its most natural state, and instead today he sported a more casual chino and crisp white dress shirt outfit, paired with a simple tie and his favourite black mules. Twisting his head, he curled his lips into an impish grin as he observed the way Giovanni stared over towards the fighting ring ahead with wonderment. ❝ Ya like what ya see? ❞ Teddy urged for Papa’s approval, his old man leaning back in the seat beside Teddy before he nodded his head towards the ring. ❝ The crowd’s pretty fired up for today’s events, yeah? ❞ ❝ Mmm, yeah. Just hope it don’t start before Anya gets here. Now where’s she at? ❞
Leaning forward in his seat, Teddy’s eyes wandered the crowds until eventually he spotted Anya wandering over to their cordoned off area, as beautiful as always. ❝ Save some awe for da fighting ring, Cher! Nobody’s gonna be focussing on the fight when all their eyes are on you. ❞ Teddy hummed with approval, holding his hand out for her before pulling her onto his knee. ❝ As always, stunning. ❞ Eyes gazed up towards her, lips tugging into a softer smile before he wrapped his arms around her. Whilst he wouldn’t call them an item, they were certainly something. Not that Teddy was ever one to get into the nitty gritty of labels and any other suffocating terms which could restrain him in any way. Perhaps he cared more for her appearance than the bond they shared — it wouldn’t have been the first time he’d done that to a beautiful woman — but there was something there. There ought to be in the way he looked at her.
Eyes turned to linger on Papa, watching the way he avoided looking over towards the couple as he rested his chin on his clenched fist. Teddy hesitated for a moment, allowing for one hand to fall to his side before pulling a chair closer for Anya to take a seat. ❝ Hey, Papa. Here’s da fighters coming on now… Comme on dit en français… Bonne continuation [sup]1[/sup]. ❞ His smile faltered somewhat at Papa’s dismissive hum before Teddy straightened up to watch the fighters step into the ring. The crowd ignited with lairy cheers and hollers, pushing each other around as they eagerly tried to catch a glimpse of the fighters preparing for the fight. Teddy lounged back comfortably, hands resting on his lap as he soon heard the bell ring to signify the beginning of the fight.
[sup]1[/sup] As we say in French, enjoy.
His soft honey locks curled impeccably as he left his hair in its most natural state, and instead today he sported a more casual chino and crisp white dress shirt outfit, paired with a simple tie and his favourite black mules. Twisting his head, he curled his lips into an impish grin as he observed the way Giovanni stared over towards the fighting ring ahead with wonderment. ❝ Ya like what ya see? ❞ Teddy urged for Papa’s approval, his old man leaning back in the seat beside Teddy before he nodded his head towards the ring. ❝ The crowd’s pretty fired up for today’s events, yeah? ❞ ❝ Mmm, yeah. Just hope it don’t start before Anya gets here. Now where’s she at? ❞
Leaning forward in his seat, Teddy’s eyes wandered the crowds until eventually he spotted Anya wandering over to their cordoned off area, as beautiful as always. ❝ Save some awe for da fighting ring, Cher! Nobody’s gonna be focussing on the fight when all their eyes are on you. ❞ Teddy hummed with approval, holding his hand out for her before pulling her onto his knee. ❝ As always, stunning. ❞ Eyes gazed up towards her, lips tugging into a softer smile before he wrapped his arms around her. Whilst he wouldn’t call them an item, they were certainly something. Not that Teddy was ever one to get into the nitty gritty of labels and any other suffocating terms which could restrain him in any way. Perhaps he cared more for her appearance than the bond they shared — it wouldn’t have been the first time he’d done that to a beautiful woman — but there was something there. There ought to be in the way he looked at her.
Eyes turned to linger on Papa, watching the way he avoided looking over towards the couple as he rested his chin on his clenched fist. Teddy hesitated for a moment, allowing for one hand to fall to his side before pulling a chair closer for Anya to take a seat. ❝ Hey, Papa. Here’s da fighters coming on now… Comme on dit en français… Bonne continuation [sup]1[/sup]. ❞ His smile faltered somewhat at Papa’s dismissive hum before Teddy straightened up to watch the fighters step into the ring. The crowd ignited with lairy cheers and hollers, pushing each other around as they eagerly tried to catch a glimpse of the fighters preparing for the fight. Teddy lounged back comfortably, hands resting on his lap as he soon heard the bell ring to signify the beginning of the fight.
[sup]1[/sup] As we say in French, enjoy.
[align=center][div style="width: 400px; font-family: verdana; text-align: justify; font-size: 6pt; line-height: 1.4; letter-spacing: 0.5px; word-spacing: 2px; margin-bottom: 5px;"]✧･ﾟ: I'VE BEEN IN LIKE A THOUSAND TIMES, DATED EVERY WOMAN IN THE ATMOSPHERE. I'VE BEEN TO EVERY CONTINENT, BROKEN ALL THE HEARTS IN EVERY HEMISPHERE, AND IF I'M NOT THE TYPE OF GUY YOU LIKE TO CIRCUMVENT, JUST REMEMBER NOT TO LOVE ME WHEN I DISAPPEAR. I GRADUATED AT THE TOP, I LIKE TO TAKE ADVANTAGE OF THE BOURGEOISIE . . .