[ He sizes Wriothesley up for a moment, before realizing just how bad of an idea it actually is. The way he’s flushed from exertion, the sweat running down his neck, the towel hanging off of one broad shoulder, the flex of those arms…
Some part of him does realize what this all means to him, yet the more rational part of him refuses to acknowledge it. It’s…something that other people get to enjoy, not the likes of him. He only ever had to focus on one thing in his life since that day, and…
He swallows.
It feels like he's sinking. ]
You don’t use weapons.
[ It wouldn’t be a fair fight to him if Wriothesley’s just using his fists. ]
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Some part of him does realize what this all means to him, yet the more rational part of him refuses to acknowledge it. It’s…something that other people get to enjoy, not the likes of him. He only ever had to focus on one thing in his life since that day, and…
He swallows.
It feels like he's sinking. ]
You don’t use weapons.
[ It wouldn’t be a fair fight to him if Wriothesley’s just using his fists. ]