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Spar in the Park-Open

WHO: Chang Wufei and whoever shows up
WHERE: Close to the water in one of the smaller parks
WHEN: Early morning throughout the week? Longer if more people show up.
WARNINGS: None, though possible violence
SUMMARY: Wufei trains alone every morning before work-people have the opportunity to pester him either for a chat, or for a spar.
NOTE: Each thread will be taken as a separate day just for simplicities sake.
FORMAT: Anything goes!

It was Wufei's usual morning routine back on his world to train first thing in the morning unless he was on a mission or otherwise incapacitated, and he saw no reason to stop that in the new time. And since he had discovered his new 'power', he only sought to train harder so he could get a better handle on it and strengthen the ability. Make it more useful.

He settled into the soothing motions of his morning stretches, then moved on to the fluid moves of Tai Chi.

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"No...I'm, you know...good."
He takes another sip, unsure of what to say...until it hits him.

"Tai Chi, huh? Nice."

Wufei quirked a brow at the comment but nodded in confirmation. A turtle knowing the difference in martial arts styles... What was next? It occurred to him that possibly, due to the fact he hadn't actually heard footsteps, this turtle had training in stealth.

"Have you watched classes before?"

His snout wrinkles slightly as he recalls the the last few times he's seen people practicing in any of the many green spaces NYC has to offer.

"A couple, yeah. When I can find them close to dawn or dusk. Usually it's dawn, because no one wants to be in the parks at dusk."

At least not in the shadowy neighborhoods.

That made sense, as well as told Wufei that the other was used to sneaking around at night.

And yet wasn't trying to evade his questions as far as he could tell. Very, very odd.

"The light is better at dawn, anyway." As well as there being something refreshing about the start of the day, rather than the end of it.

Mike takes this opportunity to look up and just...enjoy the sky.

"Yeah, it just doesn't get better than this, does it?"

He's a turtle of simple pleasures.

Wufei stifled the sudden urge to chuckle, though the turtle did get a small smile out of him as he let his gaze turn up and towards the rising sun.

"Not often, no." Not from Earth, at least.

Don't think he didn't see that smile, Wufei, because he totally did. And you can probably tell because his own smile just increased by a factor of three.

"So you're like, super dedicated to your art then, huh?"

From Mike's perspective there is no other reason why someone would be willingly up this early to practice. Yeah, that's right Leo, he's judging you from an entire different dimension.

Shush, turtle. It was one of the things that kept Meiran off his back. As well as being a comfort in and of itself.

Wufei's smile disappeared by the time he looked away from the sky, for once not looking up at the person he was talking to.

"It's a ritual that I have followed each day since I was young." Dedicated was one way of putting it. And as he was only seventeen, Mike could probably guess Wufei was talking at least ten years, though it was closer to fifteen.

So not much older than Mike then...

"I got a brother just like you back home. I'd probably be just like you too, if I didn't love sleep so much."

Also junk food, comics, movies, video games, and really anything else that he can think of to keep him out of the family dojo.

Being compared to another giant turtle was rather... unusual, at least he assumed Mike's brother was one.

So like Duo. Wufei found another small smile, though it was more dry and amused than anything. He wasn't going to admit he missed the loud idiot. It also upped his assessment of Mike, considering how dangerous Duo was.

"You sound like a friend of mine."

"That a good thing or a bad thing?"
Man, even his voice smiles.

Oh fine. Wufei's smile widened briefly into a smirk.

"Annoyingly good."

"Ha! Annoying good, huh?" He repeats it, and then nods in agreement as he rolls the compliment over in his mind. "I'll take that."

He pauses, the smile dropping ever so slightly as he then tries to decide what to do next.

"I've got to be honest, I'm not sure if I offer my hand for shaking or bow here. Which would you prefer?"

Coming from Wufei, it was a compliment. Even if it was rather roundabout.

Another mark in the turtle's favor. Most people didn't bother asking. For that, he answered by unfolding his arms to his sides and bowing slightly. Taking it a step further, "I am Chang Wufei. A pleasure to meet you." And it was.

"Michaelangelo, but call me Mike. It's shorter, easier to say, and less likely to make me think I'm getting in trouble for something," says Mike with a bow of equal depth. "It's nice to meet you too."

You don't need a middle name when the only name you have has five syllables.

Perhaps the shorter name was easier to say, but that wouldn't have been the reason Wufei would use it. At least, when the turtle was behaving. He straightened, quirking a brow. "If I may ask, did you choose your name, or was it given to you?"

One of his brow-ridges goes up, as if to say who the fuck you kiddin', buddy?

"Given. I wouldn't wish a name like this on anyone."

Don't get Mike wrong, he loves his father, but who looks at a little kid and thinks: Michaelangelo. INSANE PEOPLE, that's who!

The distinctly weird sight of the turtle raising his equivalent of a brow coaxed a wry smile from Wufei.

"It is hardly a bad name."

"Says the guy with the perfectly good and culturally appropriate name."

Not to mention socially appropriate, but Wufei wasn't going to add that. He tipped his head forward in an abbreviated bow to show he appreciated the comment.

"Perhaps your parents simply enjoyed the history of the name and wished to show their appreciation."

Then again, he knew next to nothing about Michaelangelo, so he was making a shot off into the dark without infra-red goggles or a map.

And yet, even with the handicaps, Wufei's aim is true.

Dubious Mike is dubious.
"Yeah, that's what Splinter says, but I've a hunch that Art: a history was the only book he had on hand, and he liked the pictures of the naked ladies."

Go figure, right?

Wufei fought to keep his surprise from showing, though showed as a raised brow. "I'll take your word for it."

Mike merely grins. Wufei's reaction is pretty much the same one Leo had when Mike presented him with his 'theory'. The only difference is Wufei didn't smack Mike upside the head.

"Well that's not your best plan ever," he admits with a smirk. "So how long do you usually practice before...doing what ever else it is you do?"

If Wufei had known Mike better, he probably would have.

He chose to answer the question rather than respond to the comment. "At least an hour before I help open the bookstore I work at."

Well that certainly got Mike's interest.

"Ooh, what kind of books?"

Another point in the turtle's favor.

"All kinds," Wufei said with a rather smug smile. "Rare, used, and new."

"What's your genre fiction section like?"

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