where: the punch cage with: open || @vievecorcitystarters
a deep drag slowly burned the brightly hued rolling paper wrapped around a sloppily stuffed joint to a short, strongly scented roach. it singed the tips of seraphina's fingers with each lingering second, but they did not flinch at the mild discomfort. instead, hopping down from the counter where they'd been perched formerly and finally crushed the butt underneath their boot. sera turned with ebullient expectation to where an opponent should be waiting. "hey princess, here for sparring hours or d'you need something else?" they instinctively and methodically stretched every tense muscle of one well-defined back, arms above their head and reaching higher; then proceeded to stretch their hamstrings, left and right; and subsequently started on core just as well. "you can have a lollipop from the bowl if you win."