Art of Fighting

nothingofthenew replied to your post: “Agreed.”

fistsofmight replied to your post: "…" Why is this a topic up for discussion…?

☆ — “This is a very serious topic, Marshal! How would y’like it if someone insulted th’integrity of yer best asset, huh?”

"An’ thank you, Xan. You’ve just moved up on m’list.”

Like...his abs or his biceps?

...

No, that can't go unpunished if someone were to say such words!

      Grimsley wasn’t sure if Marshal was trying to convince him to leave or if he was just in a bad mood. Still, the gambler let it slide for the moment and gave his colleague a simple nod of his head. — Clearly the guy didn’t want to be disturbed either way.

    ” —— It’s just a headache, the usual ;;

                            I’ll make myself scarce though, you seem somewhat angry.”

    The smaller elite turned and readied himself to leave. 

                      ” My apologies —

                                                 for bothering you I mean.”

This atmosphere didn't help as well with th ebrief pause of silence that lingered. This feeling felt so foreign he wasn't sure exactly he was feeling. It wasn't annoyance or anger. There didn't seem to be a need for being passive aggressive so suddenly. Nothing that warranted an empty threat. Discomfort.

...

"The day...has just been long.                                               You aren't at fault for anything, Grimsley.             It was mine-- Excuse me..."

He wanted to speak to him--yet it felt like he may make it worse after following with a sincere apology. It was best to be in a proper state of mine before approaching him.  There was a low exhale as he stepped back to take his leave. No need in keeping the other when he was feeling a little disoriented.

      Oh wow, someone was certainly touchy this evening.

    After shoving slender digits into the pockets of expensive cotton the dark-elite edged back - a frown slapped across pallid features.

    “—— Who rattled your cage?”

That may have came off far more blunt than intended. Usually his irritation didn't exceed anything more. It's not as if they day had been a bad one, so it was a little unexplained for the snapping towards the other that wasn't anything short than normal these days.

      Cue the smaller elite ‘booping’ his colleagues nose.

    “Who’s a jealous widdle Marshal — Whooo ~?” ♪

"Grimsley, if I did not exercise patience I would sock you right in the mouth.                                   Who you date or otherwise is your business."

  "What kind of reference do you need?                                         I can't say I am an expert on romantic novels."

He didn't mind looking over his collegue's manuscripts--though he was more interested in the passionate scenes of one fighting with the strength of their heart and fists. This...

....

Wasn't that a...yet it was small. Obviously a young, though Marshal can say this is the first he's ever seen a young legendary, offspring.

"Now where did you come from little one?

"And you most likely still won't see either one.

                                    Feeding you will just have you coming back."

Does not compute. 

"I’m sure that’s not possible to have a sudden change in the weather.          Though I’m sure it’s not too far off for snow to occur…”

    “Oh ~ 

         There she is…” 

    Grimsley paused for a brief moment before taking the Liepard from his colleague. — It seemed she really enjoyed resting in the fighting masters chambers for some reason. 

    "She….didn’t rip anything again ;;

                                                 did she?”

  "Try and keep up with her.                  She's more than surprises me when I awake from sleep."

"My body temperature is fine—                    Though it is concerning if Grimsley isn’t feeling well.”

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With evening approaching, things were finally settling down. All the mare pokemon were well fed and groomed with the usual care by the care taker. That merely left the clean up process. Not a easy task, but one he was use to despite the sweat that formed on his brow and chest from the movement of carrying and stacking heavy crates along the wall with tossing hay in each table for the pokemon. Muscles flexing and tensing with each motion made to make sure things were maintained. A hand raised scratching the back of his head. Fingers feeling the new growth of hair on the back of his head.

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"It's starting to get long again...?            I suppose it is that time to get it cut once more--╗