"You're such a gentleman," Tony said as he hefted himself up and under the rope and bee-lined toward what was, while unsaid, considered "his" corner, opposite of where Steve generally started. He popped in the mouth-guard he stored in a container there and shifted his teeth until it settled neatly in. Using it meant he predicted, or intended for, the sparring to get messy.
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Date: 2013-08-22 04:21 am (UTC)