[color=fff200][b][h2]Griff[/h2][/b][/color]

The blond heard the knock and put down his magazine, he wasn't reading it, he was looking at the pictures of the various martial arts athletes featured. There were alot of competition to be had for those looking for it. But those stupid Cruxi had put a temporary stop to his career, so it couldn't be helped until they were dealt with. He had already re-dressed in his red jacket and wide black pants as he walked over to the door. 

[color=fff200][b]"Ah shit just when I got to the good parts. Allright, what did I do now?"[/b][/color] He went over and opened the door. [color=fff200][b]"Oh it's you. What do you need Luvey Duvey? Training advice? Wanna borrow some weight? Also who the heck is this?"[/b][/color] Griff asked and pointed with his whole arm at Bug, momentarily looking him over if he appeared to be a fellow enjoyer of training. Griff's first impression were that this was probably not the case. Well as good a reason as any to begin.