open starter location: indoor training area
sometimes, but not often, anders will get this feeling. it's an awful gnawing in the pit of his stomach, pulling at his core. it's telling him to run. to leave. he really hates when it gets like this.
the only thing that seems to help is beating the shit out of something.
so to preserve the last remaining pieces of his sanity, that's what he does. he makes his way to the training area, and he hits the training dummy until his knuckles are bruised. he wails on that thing like it owes him something, like it wronged him. he only stops when the only thing he can feel is his biceps on fire.
anders is hunched over and out of breath when he sees the other person.
"oh shit. almost scared me." he takes a deep breath, standing up straight. " i think i'm done, s'all yours if ya want it. "












