Date: 2013-11-16 07:40 pm (UTC)
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"Oh, hey."

There is laughter from the door, and as he pulls away he recognizes a few of the other fighters, watching them, arms crossed and amused grins on their faces. For a few seconds he bristles, a mass of confusion and anger, and then turns away from her and from them, grabbing his bag from the bench and heading for the door. He is still stripped to the waist and the night is cool, but he doesn't expect to care when he emerges into it and he doesn't care now.
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