DANCE, DANCE | open, wt; sparring !

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Junior had been instructed to find someone to spar with for his weekly task- been told it was so he could practice, or something, though he, personally, didn't think he needed any practice (he was also, personally, quite mistaken). Whatever, though, it was something to do, right? That's what he told himself, anyway. After receiving his task, the boy had set out to find a sparring partner, finding himself in the middle of the Typhoon's base and feeling rather stupid. So he was just supposed to, like, yell out to everyone? That didn't feel right, but he didn't see any way to go about it. For a minute or two more, Junior glanced around his surroundings, occasionally taking a step toward someone only to say nothing, until he called, [color=#5B81AE]"Hey- anyone down to spar?" Junior's only experience with "sparring" was the fights he'd had back home, but he'd won most of those, so he wasn't too nervous about this. Who cared if he hadn't had a person to train him? In the end, experience mattered above all else, in his eyes.

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