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[ Okay, so, the whole week of Valentine's had left him a little weirded out, for a lot of reasons. He didn't like his mind being messed with, for one, and... things had happened. Things he wasn't sure he was ready to look into and explore. Not that he hadn't minded all the lovely people he met, but... they weren't the problem. The problem was tumbling around his brain, throbbing their actually in a way he could not make shut up.

And being a typical man, he wasn't exactly up to hashing out his feelings with anyone, so he decided to try and beat them out instead.

So he was at the Battledome today, and looking for a fight. Well, not a real one, but a fight nonetheless. He really should have paid more attention to what he told the simulator to produce for him, but he didn't, and so what he got wasn't his usual bar guy with a bit more skill in their bull head, but a lean, fit woman with a nasty glint in her eye and a wicked round house.

A wicked round house that was consistently putting him on his back. The simulations couldn't really hurt you, but he was getting bruised up from the falls he was taking all the same. This really wasn't helping his day, or maybe it was, because he kept getting up to take more punishment from that nasty glint-eyed woman.

He groaned as he went down for what felt like the tenth time, huffing as he clutched his ribs and pushed himself up, moving back into a starting position.]

Come on, let's see you do that again...

[Right, because the simulation was going to talk back. Maybe he had taken one two many hits to the head...]