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A tempting offer, but he decides to decline with the single shake of his head. Homecrafted bear…he holds no desire to think of it and its existence any longer. “Offering me the latter is unnecessary, but seeing proof of previous experience is what I prefer to see. Take me to your dojo.”
-Oooohh... little fighty are we? Is it to much conspiracy theory to think that you already know my dojo location or ya need directions?
Tekken 3.
Because it needs more of this. I want to see that people are having fun playing the muse that they’ve chosen. Not feeling obligated/pressured to play their muse the way they “should”; ie, the way others might try to pressure them into doing and trying to control them.
“So, who do you say has more chances of winning the tournament? I gotta know who’s gonna be the last fool I’ll have to fight.”
-Guys! Look over here! A brazilian that’s no capoeira fighter! Nor brazilian jiu-jitsu... that should be interesting... Savate it is aye? Well... *Said Paul scratching his head to think a bit* ... Me and Vegeta are the veterans here, followed by King... I’d say I’m a favorite, as usual. With Vegeta right behind me, as usual... the young Sasuke may got his chances, but Foxy is training under my teatchings so he’ll be no match... The SevenVeils is sly but no match for brute force. LingLing falls for the same... the GingaGirl would be tough for some unexperienced fighter... the Cat is a walking bear-trap, touching him is getting catch, he should be called Spider, but once again, experience would prevail... the DancingBlondie is a triky one, endurance would be the thing... the Vamp would be no match if you bring some garlic, and I always have some inside my boots, keeps the snakes away.... guess, if what you say is half true, I’ll be seeing you in the finals... *Said Paul gazing Katarina’s boobs*
Steve listened to Paul talk about his younger days with a sombre expression. It was rare for his training partner to open up; Steve only knew about Paul in bits and pieces, and wasn’t much in the habit of prying about other people’s lives. He knew that if people wanted to talk, they would - and there Paul was, shedding new light on things Steve was hitherto unaware of.
He opted for a nonchalant response, knowing that Paul wasn’t one to wallow in any sort of pity for long.
“Well,” he said. “Perhaps I’ll lay off somewhat. Doesn’t change the fact that you should be doing it outside rather than in here, hm?”
“And no,” he went on, his voice flat as he affected an unamused tone. He fixed Paul sidelong with a withering look, though the amused grin had crept back onto his face somewhat. “Nothing like that this time. I’m just getting some promo stuff done for the tournament, you know? If I’m stripping off, it’ll be down to my boxing shorts, at most.”
-Last time I checked this was my dojo Foxy, we never even had sex for you to try change anything ‘round here. You can turn on the fan if you’d be more confortable... *Paul took a drag of his cigarette* ...or we can have sex and you can star changing stuff around... wouldn’t be the first time anyway... *Paul took one last drag and threw the cigarette filter’s away* ...when you said tournament, you mean The King of the Iron Fist or another boxing tournament? If it is a boxing tournament... do you think I could be in?
This is one of those rare instances where the hentai parody came first.
Paul hit the ground laughing, and Steve couldn’t help but grin and roll his eyes at the banter that followed. Paul’s endless enthusiasm was nothing if not infectious.
But he teasing passed, and Paul grew a little more serious and sombre as he analysed Steve’s performance. There was a lot of truth in his words; even if he’d managed to floor Paul, Steve knew he hadn’t really beaten him, was quite aware that, had Paul chosen to continue the fight, it would’ve eventually ended in the American’s favour.
Nonetheless, Paul ended with a roundabout compliment, and Steve approached him and lowered his aching body to sit beside his training partner, smiling even if he secretly didn’t approve of the man’s penchant for smoking indoors.
“I think I’ve got a way to go yet,” Steve shrugged, a little of that typical English self-depracation in his voice. He looked at Paul side-on, a little wry humour in his eyes. “Of course, keep up with that -” - he nodded at the cigarette - “- and I reckon you’ll find me catching up to you a bit quicker than you anticipate.”
It was just a bit of banter, more than anything else - for all Steve knew, Paul had been smoking for years, and wasn’t that a daunting prospect? He was twice Steve’s age and should’ve, by all accounts, had lungs that were shot to hell - yet there they were, Steve worn-out and Paul more than ready to go a few more rounds.
-You know kid, this... *Said Paul, noding his head to the cigarette* ...is part of me now. I started smoking even before I was born, my pregnant mom wouldn’t leave the side o’ my drunkward dad, who was a furnace himself. I smoked my first one I guess I was half your age. At this point, mom was already dead and I was roaming around looking for job to get something to eat. This thing is like having a crush on someone that doesn’t even know you: it’s bad, you get hurt a lot, but you’ll just get crazy without it. If I tried to stop now, I would have to do a lot of things and would lose a lot of training time. Would grow weaker...just can’t afford it. What I can is to tell you never to start with it. I was grown in a different time and place, you’d be as dumb as me if you ever started.
*Paul took another long drag, as he was trying to sufocate the memories*
-Tell me, what is this photoshoot? another underwear campain? Or some watch? No, no... watches were last week... gotta be underwear.
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A bodyguard, holds prior experience of combat in an array of ways, capable of training those new to serving under him. While a part of him brushes the majority of these away as improbable, another part of him wishes to analyze Paul’s words—to put them to the test and discover if the truth really is what he is attempting to convey. He may not be able to afford too many reckless mistakes, but he will allow an exception and risk it—just this once.
"You have a background that I consider of interest, but words alone do not guarantee you a place as an employee. I will have to look through what records I have of you from previous tournaments, but I will think about it."
- Well... if ya need any recomendations cards, or something ‘bout my military experience, I have all those back at my dojo. And since we may go there, you could test my fighting to bodyguarding purposes... and you could taste my homecrafted bear, if you want to. I’m sure I do. *Paul doesn’t really know what to do now, this may be the second job interview he went in his whole life and this really doesn’t count as one. He’s nervous again*
