new moon fight club

Pyrrhic was itching for something to do. He roved far from home in search of it; something, anything, to cut through the insomnia that had been plaguing him as of late. The first thing he found of interest was...odd, honestly. He came upon a scene that he couldn't quite explain. Two men who were looking at each others as strangers did, were just standing there looking at one another and saying nothing. There wasn't anything special about the moment and at first blush Pyrrhic found nothing of interest to keep him there. What changed his mind in that brief second was the sudden awareness that neither man was saying anything. They were just standing there. Looking at one another. Doing nothing else.

There was no malice in either mans stance so what was a bored insomniac to do besides investigate? Pyrrhic padded closer and glanced between the men. He stopped a reasonable distance away just in case his presence wasn't well received. "Are...you going to kiss or fight or something? If it's the latter I want in. If it's the former I'll leave you to it." They were both undeniably attractive, but he simply wasn't interested.