[ Wriothesley doesn't spend as much time in the ring these days, but ultimatey, there's no taking the fight out of him. A challenge from a particularly enthusiastic inmate is all it takes, and it's on. Maybe he needs to blow off steam more than he knows.
To be honest, the whole thing goes on longer than he anticipates. There are a few close calls, a few outright missteps that send the crowd nearly spilling over itself, but in the end, he edges his opponent out. Dull pain pulses at his right cheekbone as he lends him a hand, heaving him up off the floor with a short tug and a grin shared between the two of them. He really ought to do this more often--not just out of the necessity that boxing represents to him, but because the satisfaction of a good fight is in its own league, leaves him airy and light-footed as he exits the ring to make way for the next competitors.
...Leaves him sweaty, too. He unknots his tie and pulls his shirt over his head in a fluid motion, wiping at his face and hair as he makes his way through the buzzing crowd. The whoops and cheers and claps on the back tell him he was the popular bet. Coupons move hands, the announcer blares overhead--and he nearly walks into somebody at the edge of all the chaos. ]
Ah. [ Lyney. He hasn't seen him since their talk the other day. That's...he'll put that out of his mind, for the moment. He's still riding the high of the match, and offers a quirk of a smile because of it. ] Hope you weren't betting on the other guy.
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To be honest, the whole thing goes on longer than he anticipates. There are a few close calls, a few outright missteps that send the crowd nearly spilling over itself, but in the end, he edges his opponent out. Dull pain pulses at his right cheekbone as he lends him a hand, heaving him up off the floor with a short tug and a grin shared between the two of them. He really ought to do this more often--not just out of the necessity that boxing represents to him, but because the satisfaction of a good fight is in its own league, leaves him airy and light-footed as he exits the ring to make way for the next competitors.
...Leaves him sweaty, too. He unknots his tie and pulls his shirt over his head in a fluid motion, wiping at his face and hair as he makes his way through the buzzing crowd. The whoops and cheers and claps on the back tell him he was the popular bet. Coupons move hands, the announcer blares overhead--and he nearly walks into somebody at the edge of all the chaos. ]
Ah. [ Lyney. He hasn't seen him since their talk the other day. That's...he'll put that out of his mind, for the moment. He's still riding the high of the match, and offers a quirk of a smile because of it. ] Hope you weren't betting on the other guy.