Done With It All

Yoshiro caught that Michael was about to yell at Conza. Luckily, he refrains. And to both of them, he was a absolutely right. ".....Its true. You may be right. Things can be patched up surely. But I don't really want to do anything more for a while....It all hurts a lot right now."

"I understand. Take as much time as both of you need." he suggested "I am glad I was able to get you two to work things out." he turns to Yoshiro. "Shall we go now? I think our pizza is getting cold."

Conza hears that the pair would be leaving, and gets up to let them out. He was on a better level with Yoshiro, thanks to a little bit of talking, and Micheal of course.

Yoshiro nods to Micheal and stands up. "Yeah...Lets head back and move in whatever else needs to be moved in..."

"Everything is moved in, I just figured you wanted some more of that pizza." he said. He began to walk out. "Plus even if you don't there is still something I'd like to do, well, two things really."

Conza closes the door as the walk out. Yoshiro now cautiously follows Michael down the hall, hearing that he wanted her to come back to do something with him unrelated to moving items. Her eyes narrow slightly. "And...Just what are these two things...? What do you have in mind?"

"Well, for one, I was curious if you were up for a match." Michael explained as he walked down the hall "and the second I wanted to see if there was something I can do for you to compensate for your trouble."

Her eyes narrow slightly...Of course that's what he wanted. But, then again, he dis just helped her through a major rough patch. ...She was a Frictiob fighter, though and also didn't know Tue direction that this match could go in.... 

"Fine, if it'll satisfy you"

"Thanks, you can pick the type, although we won't have a full ring, just a mat." He then eventually came to his room. He opened up the door and after being a gentleman and letting Yoshiro through, Michael walks in and closes it behind them. He then smiles and grabs another slice of pizza and his root beer. "Let's finish our meal first, or at least let me finish mine, and then I'll start kicking your ass."

When she walks into his room again, Yoshiro crosses het arms in wariness of what could transpire. Sitting down on his bed, she tells him: "Micheal, how about you pick the match type, since you're the one who wanted to have a match, after all." She lets him finish up his food to answer

Michael finishes his slice and drink, then puts the Pizza that's left in the fridge. He had a few match types in mind, but one of them he was unsure about "Well, there is... nonono, you wouldn't want to do that one. How about a submission match."