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p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px;"Before Joe could add anything to that Von hung up, putting the phone back up then made he's way over to the small dark brown bed and feel down too, hitting the top of he's head hard like he did a lot of the time at the metal bars holding the top of the bed together. He groned as he messed with he's boots till they where off and promptly got kicked off the bed, leaving he's socks because he didn't feel like it. Left him wearing genes and a white old t-shirt as heflung the thin blanket covers over himself and crossed he's arms behind he's head as he stared at the living room. He's living room and he's bedroom where mostly conected, there was half of a wall oh one side but he didn't really know why it was even there, he's bed wasn't placed there on that side so there was no privacy. The kitcken was mostly open like that too, now of course the bathroom was covered with walls and a door but it was small. The size and quality of he's home in America never bothered him much, he's real home was always in the heart and besides, he'd visit again for over a month after the season is over. But now it was a problem because he never tired training in this house, so trying to teach someone boxing in he's living room sounded kind of hard. He'd have to push back the couch to the window and move the tv into the bedroom. he'd do that after work tomarrow, too tired today. So for now he turned he's head to the wall and scofted lightly. /p
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p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px;"As they trained, Von Kasier learned a few things about Glass Joe. First being he dogged when it wasn't nessary, then at the same time was too in he's own mind to noticed when a real attack was coming then got hit. Von didn't want to vocalize this thought but he wondered if Glass Joe had some sort of mental disorder, he didn't know anything about things like that, (other then PTSD) but that did change how he felt on insulting Joe for he's poor fighting skills, there was something not quite normal about the man. A another thing that made Von think that more was that Joe did have real actually good strangth. Not as good as the normal man would have, let alone a boxer. But for a 38 year old man he was about normal, he just didn't know where to put it, and again he wanted to hide and be scard when that wasn't nessary. Off-handly when they where testing Joe's hand strangth Von asked trying to sound as if he didn't care, and even purposly tried to sound crule and not caring. "You sure do seem skittish, what where you bullied or something?" Joe lost the kind of busy look in he's eyes and stared at him bothered like he brought up a very hurting thing, or even insulted him. "Oui, but that was a long time ago, it doesn't matter Kasier." Von thought for a second then added more calmly. "Well if it effects your fighting, then it doe-" "It won't, I'll try and stop it." Von played it cool and nodded, going back to training./p
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p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px;"At the end, Joe sat tiredly on a chair in the kitchen, while Von leaned agesnt the table beside it, there was only one chair anyway. Von looked out the window and saw that it was dark now, just gotten like that. "Mhh, how many hours has it been since you gotten here?" "Mhh," Joe thought, scraching he's naked shoulder, which he had taken off he's gray shirt a long while before. "I don't know, disons e uh ... 11 hours maybe? I don't know." He said flatly, leaning so far back into the chair he's legs where spralled across the floor. Then Joe's eyes opened and with a little 'oh' he said "Your payment, ah yes, wasn't it uh... 50 a hour right? I have US dollars when I got here, and that's what they pay me, is that alright?" Von Kasier rubbed he's forehead, "Ja, that's fine. Do you have enough?" Joe nodded and didn't comment on it further. He flapped he's head over in Von's general area beside him. "They, uh, the people that hire me to fight, I've been told by other boxers, ones that are better them me, that I get payed more then them, and I'm staring to think that's because I turn in more of a crowd because people remember who I am." Von looked at him, and he didn't look back at he's face, just kind of looking off into space. "People think I'm funny. For a while that bothered me, but then I thought, eh, it makes people happy." He skratched at he's face around he's cheeks. "I'm just glad my medical bills are always covered for, alors de quoi dois-je me plaindre?" Von shrugged. "Ah..." Then he looked back down at Joe. Von considered him a ugly weak man, but he did look rather pitiful sometimes, but right now he seemed mature in all respects. The stupid look in he's face that was normally there was gone, he didn't quite look like a boxer per say, but he seemed like a normal respectibal man in this light, even with he's legs spralled across he's floor, that didn't really change it for Von. He didn't look stupid anymore, he seemed like a person he could be around. "Mhh, Joe?" "Oui?" "Your name is Joseph yes?" "That's right." "Mhh, what's your full name?" "Joseph DeRose." Von looked turend away and covered he's mouth with he's hand, staying quite for a few seconds, this made Joseph DeRose moved he's hole head to look over at Von with he's back turned away from him. "What?" "Nothing, nothing." Von waved he's hand in the air. "It's a beautiful full name." Joe turned he's head away and mumbled "Mercy..." Von Kaiser laid he's arm down to the side that Joe was at. "Joseph is a good name..." for a split second Von had raised he's hand to Joe's head and sort of put he's hand on the side of he's head so he was cupping he's ear, but quickly Joe moved out of he's sprawled out possession and moved he's body and he's head to look at Von. "... Kaiser?" Von kind of cringed then moved away from him a step, skacking he's hand like it was infected, or gross. "Sorry! I'm sorry.." he moved away some more. "What was that for?" Von didn't respond and Joe just shook he's head and looked away. /p
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p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px;"At the end, Joe sat tiredly on a chair in the kitchen, while Von leaned agesnt the table beside it, there was only one chair anyway. Von looked out the window and saw that it was dark now, just gotten like that. "Mhh, how many hours has it been since you gotten here?" "Mhh," Joe thought, scraching he's naked shoulder, which he had taken off he's gray shirt a long while before. "I don't know, disons e uh ... 11 hours maybe? I don't know." He said flatly, leaning so far back into the chair he's legs where spralled across the floor. Then Joe's eyes opened and with a little 'oh' he said "Your payment, ah yes, wasn't it uh... 50 a hour right? I have US dollars when I got here, and that's what they pay me, is that alright?" Von Kasier rubbed he's forehead, "Ja, that's fine. Do you have enough?" Joe nodded and didn't comment on it further. He flapped he's head over in Von's general area beside him. "They, uh, the people that hire me to fight, I've been told by other boxers, ones that are better them me, that I get payed more then them, and I'm staring to think that's because I turn in more of a crowd because people remember who I am." Von looked at him, and he didn't look back at he's face, just kind of looking off into space. "People think I'm funny. For a while that bothered me, but then I thought, eh, it makes people happy." He skratched at he's face around he's cheeks. "I'm just glad my medical bills are always covered for, alors de quoi dois-je me plaindre?" Von shrugged. "Ah..." Then he looked back down at Joe. Von considered him a ugly weak man, but he did look rather pitiful sometimes, but right now he seemed mature in all respects. The stupid look in he's face that was normally there was gone, he didn't quite look like a boxer per say, but he seemed like a normal respectibal man in this light, even with he's legs spralled across he's floor, that didn't really change it for Von. He didn't look stupid anymore, he seemed like a person he could be around. "Mhh, Joe?" "Oui?" "Your name is Joseph yes?" "That's right." "Mhh, what's your full name?" "Joseph DeRose." Von looked turend away and covered he's mouth with he's hand, staying quite for a few seconds, this made Joseph DeRose moved he's hole head to look over at Von with he's back turned away from him. "What?" "Nothing, nothing." Von waved he's hand in the air. "It's a beautiful full name." Joe turned he's head away and mumbled "Mercy..." Von Kaiser laid he's arm down to the side that Joe was at. "Joseph is a good name..." for a split second Von had raised he's hand to Joe's head and sort of put he's hand on the side of he's head so he was cupping he's ear, but quickly Joe moved out of he's sprawled out possession and moved he's body and he's head to look at Von. "... Kaiser?" Von kind of cringed then moved away from him a step, skacking he's hand like it was infected, or gross. "Sorry! I'm sorry.." he moved away some more. "What was that for?" Von didn't respond and Joe just shook he's head and looked away. /p
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