[Kay walks in with his arms crossed, casually looking around at people. Honestly, he loves sparring. Wants to keep his skills up. But at the same time? He doesn't know a goddamn thing about half these people.
So he goes to stand by the bleachers like that awkward guy at the prom that never knows how to ask anybody to dance, or makes himself look too busy with a piece of cake.
At least some of these people were putting on a good show.]
Maybe might fight, will probably talk.
So he goes to stand by the bleachers like that awkward guy at the prom that never knows how to ask anybody to dance, or makes himself look too busy with a piece of cake.
At least some of these people were putting on a good show.]