Own nothing.
Training
Train with you?
Train?
What do you take me for, a kid -- a girl? If you guys call that an invitation, then... well.
Unless you meant... like -- I mean, I'm an open-minded sort of guy, but...
But no, I understand how difficult it must be, multi-racial, and middle-aged, in the US of A, no less. Though still, you'd think that with the two of you, something more... creative'd be thought up.
Granted, I'm not all too familiar with Ameri-slang and whatnot, but a man of... my status surely knows a euphemism or two when he sees one. Not wanting to blow my own trumpet or anything, but I've had my (very) fair share of offers in the past. Oh yes. Euphemism-ridden offers.
And yours was the stupidest one I've heard.
But whatever, I'm not the type of guy to just say 'no' on the spot. I'm a polite lad by nature, I'll give you a fair shot and make up my mind purely on that. And of course, it's not like I could do with a change of scene right now, what with the lack of boxing meets and all.
But... 'train'?
Well then, here I am, outside your room. Waiting.
Jeez, take a bit longer opening the door, would ya. It's bloody cold - you know, maybe I'm having second thou--
Ah. Well hullo.
How's it goin'.
You have precisely... an hour. Persuade me.
Giggled a decent amount writing this. -sheepish look-
... -Sigh- I wanna play Tekken 6. Reviews appreciated.