Appointments

[winksandnods]

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[pugilistinpink.livejournal.com]

[Mac rouses sometime later with an irrepressible groan, a hand rising from his side in slow-motion and pressing against his throbbing skull even before his memory has caught up with him. A moment later, he cracks his eyes open to cautious, narrow slits and has a look around with a look of dim confusion, catching sight of Anthony in his midst. It helps to spot a familiar face. Blinking a while to bring his vision into focus, he sits up, wincing slightly.]

Ugh. Where- - What happened?

[winksandnods.livejournal.com]

Bit of a tumble.

[He's trying very hard not to outright laugh.]

Thought it'd do you good to lie down.

[pugilistinpink.livejournal.com]

…Thanks. [There is a long moment of silence as he absorbs the explanation at a pace his still-drowsy brain can manage - and then, suddenly, he recalls that he was in the midst of tugging at his shoes before careening into the wall like an idiot. With this realization comes embarrassment with all the subtlety of a rock dropping on him. The only thing worse is if he had dented the wall with his head; he can only hope he didn't. Speaking of heads, he will be hanging his in response.]

Aw geez.

[winksandnods.livejournal.com]

Feeling well? Or shall I use the Journal to find a doctor to have a look at you?

[At least he sounds genuinely concerned... even if he still looks amused.]

[pugilistinpink.livejournal.com]

[The guy doesn't miss that amused expression, but he convinces himself that Anthony isn't the kind of guy to go further and cruelly make fun of him. He doesn't tolerate mockery all too well.]

Besides feelin' pretty stupid... think I'm ok. [He rubs at his sore head thoughtfully, bringing his fingers to his face. No blood on them - good.] I take a lot a' bumps like this in the ring... probably harder. Know I gotta be careful with that kind a' thing... y'always hearin' 'bout boxers who've gone punch-drunk an' can't fight no more, they don' live like they used to, y'know? I never want that t'happen.

[winksandnods.livejournal.com]

No. No, we certainly wouldn't want that to happen. [There wasn't much else to say to the thought, despite how his dark eyes surveyed Mac. He smiled as warmly as he could.] Best to be careful with that, especially with trying to start up matches.

[pugilistinpink.livejournal.com]

[That smile is always reassuring, and it helps to lighten the mood.]

Hey, y'know... [A grin tugs at the corners of his mouth.] Luffy an' I - ain't sure if y'ever met 'im - but we been talkin' lately 'bout fightin', 'cause he's a boxer too. So soon, I'm havin' a title bout. I'm real excited about it.

[winksandnods.livejournal.com]

Are you, now?

I expect you'll let me know the formal when and where. Wouldn't dream of missing it.

[pugilistinpink.livejournal.com]

[He beams at this, and at the fact that he didn't even have to ask him to attend.] ...Thanks. Means a lot.

[winksandnods.livejournal.com]

I look forward to it. Might be just the kind of excitement I need. Rather than the... strangeness this place throws at us.

[pugilistinpink.livejournal.com]

Yeah. [He trails off, thoughtfully.] All I know right now is that it's probably gonna be at the Dome. When Luffy an' I get other details down, I'm gonna letchya know, f'sure.