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@kass--thetelepath​

He didn’t spend much time at the Selvaggio Estate. He didn’t attend many of the dinners. It wasn’t for a total lack of disinterest, but he was generally busy on those designated nights. Perhaps he planned it that way. He wasn’t sure. He hadn’t given it any thought. But Emery did find himself visiting the property more and more, in the early hours of the morning generally. He used the gym to work out stress when he couldn’t sleep. Which lately seemed to be a lot. Most days, actually. Sometimes other members were there, other times he was entirely alone. Either way, he kept to himself usually. He used the boxing equipment mainly. Weight training and exercises requiring little-to-no equipment he did at home. He also ran with his dog. 

Though his time spent training at the Estate was reserved for boxing, Em occasionally thought about finding a sparring partner. So he could continue to refine his hand-to-hand technique and improve upon his movements. But he just never approached anyone. He kept to himself while his demons scratched around inside his head. 

It was 4am and Emery was throwing punch after punch in various succession at the sandbag dangling from the ceiling in the corner. He’d broken a bit of a sweat, but he was focused, precise and graceful in his punches and form. It all seemed very automatic, habitual, rigorously practiced and perfected. He’d been boxing for several years. Since he was a kid. He learned at a local gym where he’d grown up.