Lonan Cain
"Well it could of been worse? But of course you would be excited about the tournament, I'm going to guess that the pair of you are going to enter?"
Lonan laughed. "Yeah, actually. I've been itching for a good fight recently, I didn't get a chance to practice at all over the break." He said, jokingly punching at the air. "What about you?"
"Stupid guys.. stupid dance.. Anyone want to get some food?"
"Scared to dance with a guy?" He teased. "Or do you just have two left feet? Yeah, food sounds good! I've been craving curry recently, but my brother and I ate out at a local place mostly over the break. My mom's cooking... not so great... Luckily, I only had to put up with it for a bit once my sister moved out, but then I got sent here. My poor little brother..." Realizing he was once again beginning to ramble on, Lonan looked ahead, and noticed Saphiron, an up-and-coming for Garuda whom he had become friendly with over track and field club.
“Hey Lonan, ready for another year of track and field? I just signed up for the first tournament of the year too, so maybe we’ll get to hang out more?"
"Yeah, I'm pretty pumped!" He laughed. "I've been practicing my long-jump, I really don't wanna mess up my ankle again like last year!" He said, sheepishly. "You too huh? I think track practice starts tomorrow, so maybe we could do some sparring after? Wouldn't hurt to get a little training in, right?" He asked, grinning."