Of course, of course. But she knows how competitive he can be when certain topics are brought up.
Still, he wouldn't want it any other way. Her spunk is one of many qualities he finds admirable about her, after all.
@prettykillerbee Flattered and impressed by her offer, the biker ran his hand through his fiery locks.
"Now we are talkin'." He cracked his neck. "Ya got guts, I dig that. I'll try not to leave a scar on the other side."
@prettykillerbee "Right back atcha, Cammy." He simply nodded, blissfully unaware of her remark. Well, ignorance IS bliss afterall.
"Lookin' to rough up somebody strong, 'n' stupid 'nuff to pick a fight with me. The trainin' dummies at the tournament are gettin' old, except for that one idiot."
@prettykillerbee "Only the best Taekwondo fighter to ever do it!" He bragged, shoulders rising for a shrug. This mischievous biker was second to none when it came to boasting about his accomplishments.
"Name's Hwoarang. An iron fist tournament staple by day, a street fighter by night."
@prettykillerbee "Of course it is! I don't hand 'em out often." Hwoarang crossed one arm over the other, a triumphant smile tugging at his lips.
"Beside lookin' badass, every scar tells a story. I'm all curious 'bout yours, but I think startin' with yer name is better."
Some of remaining ones may be filled in once they spend more time together.
And perhaps she could even teach him how to prep a meal without torching the house someday. (🙂↕️)