Seaside Fight Night: Moe vs. Ira

Colour flashed across Moe’s cheeks as she helped pull Ira to his feet. Still entirely unable to understand exactly what the deal was with how he looked and how he talked. There was a lot she didn’t get, but she was glad that they had been able to have a good fight regardless.

“You aren’t too shabby yourself, ya know? So, if you’re already itchin’ for a rematch then of course I’ll take you on.”

Her lips soon curled into a cheeky smile, that mop of pink hair bobbing in excitement as she already contemplated the next bout. But that was the future, and in the present her everything ached. Her butt, her back, arms, legs, hands, feet. Even her face hurt, after all that exertion. Perhaps she had gotten off lighter than Ira, but not by so much that she could ignore those bodily complaints.

“Let’s get patched up, then I could really go for some food. Ya know any good spots round here?”