[Matador didn't like watching movies. They never really sat down to see one, anyway, they didn't have the time to. They found it a waste of time, time that can be used for getting stronger through training. Yet here they were, sitting in a living room that didn't belong to them. Coat on the wall, arms crossed. It took excessive asking and begging for them to be here..and where else would you go to to watch a movie other than Garbo's apartment?]

[If that Garbot knew anything besides subpar fighting, its movies. He's seen so many he could practically own a movie store, he wouldn't mind doing that one day if this whole fighting gig were to die down. Whenever a new movie were to come out, he'd be there first in line to go watch it. His entire wall was covered in tapes, all watched through or waiting to be watched. He was ecstatic when Matador finally agreed to stopping by..seems like it wouldn't be for long, though.]

"...Can we get this ova' with, Tin-Can."

[Matador scoffed to themselves before calling out towards the kitchen. They were running out of patience. They took in a breath of their cigarette, huffing out smoke. How they even smoke without a face in the first place..we will never know]