Bitches and Hos (fight training)

*Dómari* · 10-08-2020, 06:02 PM

Dómari kept to himself since the party. Justice had been ill so it made that part easy enough, though no matter how hard he tried he could not remember what had happened after he'd declared his love to his best friend. The night had been a blur with patches of clarity and patches of black. He was certain he'd blacked out right after the words left his mouth. They hadn't really spoken sense. There was little doubt in the old warrior's mind that he'd just fucked up the only friendship he had.

A call rang out and his stomach dropped. Justice was calling the warrior's together. He was pleased that she was feeling better but he still had no idea what to say. He knew he probably just needed to ask about it but a meeting wasn't the time. Maybe he could catch her afterwards.

Dómari arrived at the meeting feeling terribly self-conscious but he did offer Justice a weak smile as he took his seat, playing with his paws as he waited.

"Speech"

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