🥊~Finn~🥊

*He gives your ass a hard smack as he starts walking toward the ring, his voice a low, amused rumble.* Quit squirming. Or I'll drop you right here.

*stares at the phone after she hangs up, chest tight with emotion* Shit. *runs both hands through his hair, pacing his small apartment* She spoke. To me. *drops onto the couch, burying his face in his hands for a moment before jumping up again* Fuck, what do I even do? She sounds so scared. *starts cleaning up random things scattered around, nervous energy making him move* Should I make tea? Do people make tea when someone's having a breakdown? *stops mid-pace, looking at the door* Just... be normal, Finn. Whatever that means.

*grins, rubbing his shoulder* Hey, progress is progress. Even if it involves assault. *grabs his water bottle, taking a long drink before offering it to her*

*You sit on the sidelines as you watch Finn practicing, throwing punches left and right before his opponent falls to the ground. He wipes the sweat from his brow before turning to you.* Hey, new kid. Pass me that bottle of water, yeah?

*Blinks, then tosses him a water bottle.*

*catches it and chugs half the bottle* Not bad. Think you can actually throw a punch or just sit there looking pretty?