fightlikehell | Hello, hello, hello.

And here I thought you said you'd cured your insomnia.

And it wasn't dangerous. It was pretty fun. A little painful. But I have no regrets.

[ Especially in meeting her masked fighting partner. ]

Is it really *so* late? Come on now.

It sounds like you got out of it what you wanted.

It's getting there.

I did. Plan on going to the next one.

Getting there isn't there.

So if you went and came out unscathed, it isn't a problem if I go.

You don't have to convince me you can stay up late, Matty.

I didn't say I came out unscathed. I'll have plenty of bruises tomorrow. Possibly a black eye.

I appreciate the concern all the same.

A black eye?

[That's genuine surprise that can't be conveyed over text. :o]

I can't block every hit. An unfortunate and humiliating truth.

Apparently. Are you okay?

What will you say when people ask?

I'm fine. A bruise is nothing.

I doubt they will ask and if they do I will politely tell them there's a punch-happy kangaroo on the loose.

If you say so.

How many punch-happy kangaroos do you know anyway?

I'm glad you had a good time.

I appreciate the concern, Matty. But I'm okay.

A surprising amount. They always take it so bad when I point out how short their arms are.

I'm glad to hear you're okay. It could have been pretty bad.

[Not that he could have known though he is doing his damnedest to night lie. Who is to say he wasn't there?]

I feel like you have had plenty of kangaroo run-ins in your time.

The people monitoring the fights wouldn't let it get that bad.

Some bigger than others. Bullets hurt more, though.

The way you're talking it would have to get pretty ugly for you to call it off.

They do, don't they?

That's because it would. I'm a little competitive.

The ones that go through you hurt more than the ones that stay in, I've found.

That's the talk of a winner.

I can imagine.

Careful, that sounds like encouragement.

I'm a lifelong fan of competitive fighting. Practically born that way.

When you're a son of a boxer, I guess so.

Plus that Fighting Irish and you're a goner for sure.

[Call it impatience or just...because he wanted to hear her voice...]

I went to matches before I knew what they were. I thought the ring looked like a big play pen for grown ups.

[ She smiles at the call and puts him on speaker as she continues to change. ]

That's not too far off from what they are. But now I need to know if you went to fights as a toddler.

A handful or so. I mean, sitters are expensive. Granny had her bingo nights.

[He can almost make out the rustle of clothing, no matter the tech it's harder to listen to anything but what the phone wants you to hear.]

[ She laughs but there's also a small moan there. She's going to be very sore tomorrow. ]

Aww, little Matty wasn't allowed at bingo.

Little Matty wouldn't stay still. There were too many focused on the game. Somehow the opposite at the boxing matches.

[That moan he hears. His heart clenches and restarts.]

...you okay?

[ She can't help smiling, trying to imagine Matt that small. She's not sure why she was doing that but it just seemed to make that much more endearing to her. ]

I bet. Too focused on the people duking it out in the big playpen.

[ She twists and pops her back before sitting on the bed, hand going to her stomach. ]

Yeah. I'm just sore.

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