Rikki had found, over the course of a couple weeks, that sparring was a good way to keep him focus and occupied. It gave him something to do when he wasn't busy trying to remind Danny of who he was. It didn't hurt that he'd discovered he'd need to spar a little to graduate. Two bats, one stone.
He headed back into the gym for probably the too many'th time recently and kept a look out for a decent partner. He'd learned after the first spar, and was in a loose black shirt and his orange sweat pants. They were a lot easier to move in than his usual jeans.
THIS IS HALLOWEEN
WHERE IT IS ALWAYS HALLOWEEN (and sometimes exams)
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