Her roll of the eyes gets a defeated sigh in return -- Bolin can't really argue with her, not if she's got his meal comped, and he won't have to worry about how embarrassing it would be to have to walk back in there, tail between his legs, to pay for the food he mostly spilled across the table while leaving out the kitchen entrance.
"I gave you my name. Typically you're supposed to return the favor when people do that," he says, before dismissing it. If she wants to keep it to herself, so be it. It's more the one-way conversation that's bothersome to him, and less that she's suddenly less friendly than when she was trying to work him into giving himself up.
"I spend all of my time at the gym," he offers, with flippant honestly, "and then a few times a week, I have a match. Sport fighting. It's legit," he clarifies, narrowing his eyes slightly. "Mostly."
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Date: 2012-12-05 05:51 am (UTC)"I gave you my name. Typically you're supposed to return the favor when people do that," he says, before dismissing it. If she wants to keep it to herself, so be it. It's more the one-way conversation that's bothersome to him, and less that she's suddenly less friendly than when she was trying to work him into giving himself up.
"I spend all of my time at the gym," he offers, with flippant honestly, "and then a few times a week, I have a match. Sport fighting. It's legit," he clarifies, narrowing his eyes slightly. "Mostly."