Caspar appears in what looks like military issue sweats -- an olive green tank top over a tight gray t-shirt and a pair of gray shorts. Not his usual flashy style at all.
He steps into the ring. "So, how are we doing this? Standard rules? Should I get some padding, just in case? I can't help but feel like you have the advantage here." He smirks, his stance casual, but there is an underlying tension in his frame. There are boxing and wrestling matches on Atlantis -- both are time-honored sports -- but Caspar is never invited. It's as though others are afraid he'll cheat, or take things too far. And Adia wouldn't want him to fight, anyway.
It doesn't leave many outlets for his urge to pummel something.
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Date: 2018-08-31 01:46 pm (UTC)He steps into the ring. "So, how are we doing this? Standard rules? Should I get some padding, just in case? I can't help but feel like you have the advantage here." He smirks, his stance casual, but there is an underlying tension in his frame. There are boxing and wrestling matches on Atlantis -- both are time-honored sports -- but Caspar is never invited. It's as though others are afraid he'll cheat, or take things too far. And Adia wouldn't want him to fight, anyway.
It doesn't leave many outlets for his urge to pummel something.