Heron Lake Plateau Just a basket full of memories

doing fuckall was probably a good way to describe it, honestly, but tegan preferred his own lingo to logical terms. 

and, whoops! wrong blackthorn. wow, she could've run into any of the other three and gotten a good sparring in, but she ran into tegan, who cared nada for that kinda stuff. he was the only blackthorn hellspawn that wasn't actively whining over not being able to participate in the war. so, hopefully she didn't actually wanna fight. and, just for the record, tegan was hardly younger than this girl, so he doubted he had anything to learn from her anyway. hmpf. 

"nah," he said bluntly, rolling his own shoulders. but did tegan have something better to do? no, of course not. ah, well,... he tilted his head to one side, viewing the blonde girl curiously. "damn what the hell, fuck me up," he said before falling into a play bow, a clear indication that he'd changed his mind and did indeed wanna spar.