Campsite Gym, Wednesday night

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Tyler? Pedaling about as fast as the exercise bike will go. It's training, yo.

And every few minutes, he looks to see if anyone is about to join him.

He's not sure how he wants the sparring match to turn out, although not beating English Peter into a coma would be a good step for him.

[OOC: Open to all. Also, this should be in fandomhighdorms, but I messed up. My apologies.]

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Re: Sparring!

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"I'm no stranger to strange times in one's life," Peter said with a crooked grin.

He took Tyler's hand and shook though he didn't lean out of his center of balance at all if there was a throw attempt starting. "Stickbugs."

Re: Sparring!

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Tyler shook the hand rather limply, his face still troubled. "Good man," he said. "See you at the cabin."

Then, hesitantly, he added, "Did I mess you up at all?"

Re: Sparring!

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"Mess me up?" The colloquialism took a second to catch up in Peter's brain. "I think I'm going to be awfully sore in the morning, but I'm not injured, no. Are you well?"

He took a closer look at Tyler's face and asked again, more seriously, "are you well, Tyler? Is there anything I can do?"

Re: Sparring!

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"I'm getting better," Tyler said, hoping it was an honest answer. "Like you said, I'll be sore tomorrow, but other than that? I'm dandy."

Re: Sparring!

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"Good," Peter said with a smile, clapping Tyler on the arm. "Good. Back to the cabin then?"

Re: Sparring!

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"It's a plan," Tyler said.

He tried to contain his desire to shudder at how quickly he had reverted to Fight Club sparring as he headed out of the gym.