A Friendly Little Spar

[Nox]

At least it seemed to be all between friends. But you didn't have to be great friends with a guy to rib him, though it did help if your mouth got too big. Nox's gut reaction was to mouth of. What about 'I need to remember what I forgot' don't you understand? But he kept it to himself with a obvious clamping of his mouth shut. Last thing he needed right now was a beat down.

He climbed into the ring, he felt every muscle as he did. Maybe this wasn't the greatest of ideas. He had no idea how to answer his question though. "I have absolutely NO idea what you are talking about."
The last sounded familiar, something to do with Bruce Lee, some kung fu tv dude who died way long time ago. Not anything he was interested in, but his dad, he'd have known it. Nox shook his head at the memory, it was foggy at best. Best kept at bay.

Weasel dude wanted to watch. Nox laughed at his prior imagery, still couldn't get the jingle out of his head. He hummed it with out realizing it as he started to stretch and watch his opponent. "Tap out is fine. Provided I remember the rules."
He laughed at himself. Seriously no memories sucked, he couldn't remember all the things he'd needed to remember, and all the stupid shit that flooded his head for no reason what so ever that wasn't important at all.
Edited by Nox, Sep 23 2014, 02:56 PM.