He could have always asked for more work, but really: why would he?
Today though, he thought that perhaps doing something productive was the best cure for his very much self induced condition, and after further thought, coupled with several train derailings, he figured out what he wanted: a spar.
It would get his blood moving (he was sure of this, and pondered the implications behind his blood /only/ moving when he was sparing - a surprisingly scary thought), at the very least. But who to spar with? Molly was busy. Mimi was doing a pretty good job of avoiding him today, and the few others he had come to know and love all had excuses, and good ones that even he couldn't dispute.
"WHELP." He cried out loud, both hands on his hips. "Time to make new friends!" He declared, grinning from ear to ear like a madman. He was standing in the trainee common room, and immediately took to squinting around.
There was nobody there.
But someone was approaching!
"YOU!" He yelled, grinning, and pointed at the approaching girl. "Come be my new friend! We can spar it'll be great!" Because why didn't it sound /absolutely amazing/?!
Ephebe
