[OOM] London.

[stuck_mynock]

As soon as Will let him into Nottingham, Atton gave him a quick thanks, told him he'd be back by the next morning (morning after that at the very latest) and Force-sped off to London.

Once there, he sought out Much. Not exactly a difficult task - he'd been there often enough to know where and when the group of fighters Much was a part of met to fight.

(It crossed his mind that he might be a bit madder than usual: Much had beaten him three times, and while his pragmatic mind said it might be time to stop trying, his competitive mind said to keep going.)

So, he headed to where Much and the other fighters usually were, keeping an eye out for them.

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[will_scarlett]

Much considers and watches the boys pushing each other to get their drinks,

"I'll let others fight for a time. Get me crown back round the fair."

[stuck-mynock.livejournal.com]

"There's a fair?" Headtilt.

[will_scarlett]

"Course there is."

[stuck-mynock.livejournal.com]

"Huh. When?"

[will_scarlett]

"After the 'arvest."

[stuck-mynock.livejournal.com]

"Autumn-winter, then," Atton says. "Okay."

[will_scarlett]

"Aye, always good fun at the fights."

[stuck-mynock.livejournal.com]

"Well," Atton finishes his ale quickly and gathers up his clothes. "Was fun beating you. I'll see you 'round." He gave Much a nod, and headed off.