he mumbled somthing under his breath, whipping out his phone to look at the time. His wrestling partner should've been here and hour ago!

he scoffed to himself before shoving his phone into his gym bag, pulling out to boxing gloves instead. As much as loved wrestling sometimes punching things blew off steam more than tackling someone. He pulled off his hoodie placing the mite to the side as he finished taking his top off. He hummed in relief as the cool air hit his plastron and shell. He snatched back up his gloves, placing them on his lap as he started to wrap his hands.

if raph was honest, he sucked at wrapping his hands. It was annoying and the worst part of boxing. "fother mucker... just wrap jes-"

he froze when he felt a tight grip on his hand, but immediately calmed (slightly) when he relized it was his gym partner. He looked away as they slightly (very) aggressively wrapped his hand

"Thanks."