[ Amos is no lip reader, but between the flaring nostrils, the mouthing of words, the general aura of agitation Mamoru gives off, maybe this isn't such a fun memory for him to revisit after all.
... And yet he's crashed it anyway. A little awkward, but shit, oh well. He's here now.
The sound of his footsteps once more as he turns to look into the reflecting pool proper, standing beside Mamoru. He keeps his eyes on it, observing the practice session. Just watches it silently, taking in as much of it as he can. He's no trained fighter, but he's been in enough fights to get the general idea of the flow this one has, and... ]
Seems kinda intense for a practice session. [ His voice is a casual drawl; he's just calling it like he sees it. ] Were they all like this?
[ Because that would probably make him a hell of a fighter — but judging by the way he doesn't seem happy that they're here now, who actually knows. ]
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... And yet he's crashed it anyway. A little awkward, but shit, oh well. He's here now.
The sound of his footsteps once more as he turns to look into the reflecting pool proper, standing beside Mamoru. He keeps his eyes on it, observing the practice session. Just watches it silently, taking in as much of it as he can. He's no trained fighter, but he's been in enough fights to get the general idea of the flow this one has, and... ]
Seems kinda intense for a practice session. [ His voice is a casual drawl; he's just calling it like he sees it. ] Were they all like this?
[ Because that would probably make him a hell of a fighter — but judging by the way he doesn't seem happy that they're here now, who actually knows. ]