Bloody Knuckles

Bloody Nose
Ruffling a piece of paper from his pocket, Amon looked at it, reading and going over it again, sitting at a table under an umbrella stand next to it, outside a small cafe "Where did you send me, Lamia...?" He said to himself, tapping on his head. Gram and Lucadra were silent, most likely somewhere deep in his subconscious trying to find an embarrassing memory to tease him with later. He grabbed his black jacket from his table as he got up, wearing it over his long-sleeved white shirt, leaving his payment on the table before walking off with his drink, honey tea, getting a good grip on it despite the bandages covering his arms up to his elbows.

He kept walking through the streets, eventually finishing his drink and tossing it in a nearby bin "Ah gee, Lamia, you wanted me to get you some rare ingredient for what I'm assuming is something perverse, and I'm somewhere in Fiore because I slept on the train..." Amon said to himself, gripping the piece of paper in despair, probably coming to the conclusion this was a clever scheme from Lamia to make him go outside, considering he's been holed up in his home going over things to prepare for his students, despite it being the holidays. He sighed, trying to see if there's anything interesting around, at the very least to enjoy the sights, since he's at uncharted territory right now.

And then, he saw it, a gym. Amon has never been to a proper gym before. Even when he did, it was just abandoned, and taken over by hitmen and assassins as a temporary base of operations in Bosco, but a proper, functioning and populated gym? He walked up to it, knocking on the door, only to have it open with some members leaving, ignoring Amon completely as they chatted on their way out "..." Amon didn't pay much attention to them, catching the door before it closed, entering the gym, and for the first time in his life, seeing what a proper, clean gym looks like.