WHERE: Drop It Like A Squat WITH: @isradurel
Cynric was reclined back in his office chair with his feet propped up on the desk and a notebook in hand when he heard a set of footsteps approaching. Blinking up from the blank sheet in front of him, he offered up a slight, strained smile at Isra and waved her in, “Hey, come in.” Nodding, he gestured to the open seat on the other side of his desk and shuffled around in his seat, dropping his boots back down to the floor and straightening, “Thanks for comin’, wanted to run somethin’ by ya.” At one point, she’d been just as quick to jump in a fighting ring as him, though over time, he’d noticed that dwindling. Cynric wouldn’t pretend to understand why, especially when he’d made the executive decision a few years ago to never fight again. But he hoped it wasn’t too late for Isra— someone with her talent deserved the chance to showcase it. “Tryin’ to put a card together for a fight next month,” he began, setting the blank notebook down on his desk with a sigh— clearly, he hadn’t made much progress in throwing said card together. “Know it’s been a minute, but how would ya feel about jumpin’ in?” Cynric asked, eyes narrowing slightly as he waited for her reaction. “No pressure,” he was quick to add, “Just tossin’ some ideas around.”
