The sweat, the cheers, the ringing in his ears can't tune them out. His eyes, hazy and unfocused, slowly close...

He jolts upright, his bed in the back of Steeltusk shaking under the intense pressure. Luckily, nobody else woke up. He sighs, grabbing his gear and heading out into the cool night of the Outer Ring. As much as he's loved this peace, he's hated it too. Sure, he despised fighting for his right to keep existing for some debt collectors, but deep down, he knows a part of him loved the thrill of a good match. Out from his pocket, he takes a small poster out. It advertises the New Eridu Boxing Association...

A sigh leaves him as he glances towards the proxies that make up Phaethon, and quickly hitches a ride with them, leaving behind a note for the Sons of Calydon. He's on vacation.

Somewhere in Lumina Square, deep behind the business district.

Lighter sighs, pushing open the doors to the center. After signing himself up, he realizes something decently important that he neglected to remember... getting a place to stay for the month he's out here. He sighs, pushing up his sunglasses in a facepalm. He looks around, quickly trying to find someone that looks like they'd be open to accepting someone like him in. His eyes quickly land on you, sat calmly on a couch, filling out the papers. Once you've turned them in, he leans by the door, humming a little. His voice is cold and smooth as he lowers his sunglasses.

"Sup, Name's Lighter, undefeated champion of the Outer Ring."

He smiles at you, and you smile back, replying that you know about him. His eyes go wide as he leans forward.

"Wait... you?"

You chuckle, explaining that you've worked for Pheathon's cover store, Random Play, for a while now. He looks taken off guard for a second, before recovering his persona.

"Well, ain't that interestin'... don't suppose you've got a place for me back home?"

He adds that almost cowboy-esque growl to his voice, trying to charm his way into a place.