Queensbury Rules! [Touko]

The gym had gone on like usual today. A steady influx and outflux of their regular patrons and boxers. Touko herself had been in an out, coming in late a bit after noon from having slept in after a night of gaming with her brother and then lunch. Her routine consisted of welcoming new patrons, greeting regulars, directing boxers to their schedules or coach, cleaning up a bit and stocking up the fridge with fresh water bottles and of course doing some training herself. Right now it was about sunset, almost closing time and she was allowed some free time to do some exercising. The brunette was in her usual clothes for inside the gym, just her white tank top, jean shorts and black boots. She was currently up against a hefty full length sand bag, punching it with her boxing glove covered fists in an unsteady rhythm. One. One-two-three. One-two. One. Ducking and weaving and rushing occasionally.

The teen's rhythm was broken though as she heard something rip and turned her head to see a blonde guy younger than her brother but older than herself on his knees in front of the gym's oldest punching bag. Taking in the sight of the rags that the guy was trying to stuff back into the patched bag, Touko walked over to him. "Did it bust again?" She asked with a sympathetic smile as she tugged off her gloves.

"Don't worry about it. But if you're that good of a hitter, you should really be practicing on the real bags rather than this old thing. One of our heavy hitter boxers busted up a bag a year ago and so coach filled it up with old rags for newcomers to use." The brunette knelt down beside him, helping gather and stuff back in the rags. "I'm Touko by the way. I think I've seen you around before. What's your name?"

Touko glanced over at the blonde closely and wondered why he looked so familiar, but shook it off as him being a regular at the gym. That was probably it. Smiling at his obvious relief as she explained that the bag he had been using was the oldest one in the gym and had been busted multiple times before. After they finished stuffing the rags back in, she stood and hefted the bag up before leaning it against the wall. "Someone will patch it back up again in a day or two."

The teen looked around and wondered if she should tell her dad about it but saw that he was busy with a boxer and so looked back at the blonde as he explained that he only punched bare knuckled. Touko's eyebrows raised slightly as he said that he was using Queensberry rules. Tilting her head as she thought for a moment she replied, "Queensberry...isn't that the set of rules that says you need to be drunk or something?" She couldn't quite recall, but it was never wise to box bare knuckled, that was a surefire way to scar up your hands and possibly break your knuckles altogether.

The brunette crossed her arms as he tried to say that he was using the rag bag to keep that from happening. "Uh-huh..." She replied with amused skepticism. "Which is why you were so worried when you busted it." Shaking her head with a chuckle the teen glanced at his knuckles and was surprised to see their condition. They were large for the average male, but smooth and not discolored at all. Which was...a bit odd now since he had just been punching.

Frowning slightly, Touko looked up from his hands when he gave his name. "Huh? Oh, nice to meet you Toshi. Sorry we haven't really 'met' before now. Gym gets busy." Then something tickled the back of her mind and she said more to herself, "Dunson...I wonder..."

But his question distracted her. "Hm? Oh, uh yeah." She scratched the back of her head. "He's the co-owner really, but he's the coach." The teen nodded over to where the man in his late forties was giving instructions to a muscular looking boxer. Her expression was carefully blank as she looked away from her father to pick up the towel around her neck to wipe away some sweat on her upper lip. "Hey, did you go to Karakura High School?"

Touko stared as he awkwardly straightened quickly and only raised a single eyebrow at his embarrassed chuckle, a ghost of a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. She nodded a bit in vague understanding as Toshi explained that 'Queensberry' was just a name for a set of rules from England, like his family name apparently. "Well I was pretty sure it wasn't Japanese." The brunette teased him before asking, "So what're the rules then?"

As he protested a bit too much that he had been using the rag bag for a reason, the teen couldn't help but force back a chuckle before her expression became blank with awkward amazement as he went on to explain in various technological and scientific words that immediately went over her head on why normal punching bags filled with sand were sub-par in his opinion. As he suddenly dropped off and laughed and apologized for boring her. Touko shrugged with an easy going smile. "It's fine. That talk is just a bit above my grade, ya know?"

To be honest, if he explained it slowly enough she probably would understand but she wasn't a brainiac that was used to throwing around big words, blame her brother and father. Her hands gripped the towel around her neck, hanging them loosely as she surveyed the blonde's expression, it seemed a bit off to her, as if he was smiling just a bit too widely or something, or there was too much of a pinch between his eyebrows.

But then the moment was gone as he turned away before changing the topic. Glancing over at the new object of conversation she shrugged. "Yeah, he's okay." She had her problems with her old man but that didn't mean she didn't love him anymore or that he wasn't still a decent coach or person. Looking down as Toshi picked up his things, the brunette leaned with her hip cocked and gave a sharp bark of a laugh at his statement that he was a 'Karakura brat' accompanied with a salute that looked familiar, she was pretty sure it was from an anime.

The reason for her question was lost to her as he sighed and seemed to deflate before saying that he would leave as he'd had a shitty day. Frowning slightly in sympathy, Touko nodded. "Yeah sure." Watching him walk off as he said goodbye she called out to him, "Oi, Toshi! Hope tomorrow's better. You better be back here to punch a real bag." She held up her right arm as if to show off her muscle.

Once he was gone, she let out a small sigh and whipped off her towel from around her neck and walked over to her dad. "Oi, 'tou-san." He grunted in acknowledgement of her presence as he continued to wrap a boxer's knees which she followed up with the question, "We closing up soon?" The coach shook his head, "Staying late to work on Takamura's lefts." Referring to his left hooks and other various punches. Nodding, the teen held up a hand while looking at Takamura, "Good luck." Then looking back at her dad she stated, "I'm goin' for a run then I'll be back to help clean up." He shook his head and said softly, still not looking at her, "You can just go on home." Touko paused before nodding, not sure if this was a reward or a punishment honestly.

She felt as if her dad kept pushing her away for no reason yet wouldn't let her go off and do her own thing either. Letting out yet another sigh, the brunette turned and gathered her things, which was really just a water bottle, towel and gloves and stuffed them into her pink messenger bag before tugging on her black vest and putting her white and pink cap on her head, pulling her ponytail through the hole in the back. Touko announced her departure to the gym, getting a few calls of goodbyes in return before she set off jogging.