Diego knows he's been spending too much time doing odd jobs and janitorial work around the gym when he starts dreaming about mopping up and fixing the boiler. It's weird that he's dreaming he's in a bath house, because usually when Diego dreams, they're very mundane, copies or mashups of the things he did during the day. Sure, maybe he dreams he's fighting a gang of home invaders in the gym, using a mop, but it's not some fantastical thing he's never seen in a movie or whatever.

Still, he's amiable enough, mopping the floor while the big faceless blobs wander by, ducking his head politely but not talking much unless spoken to. When the boiler goes down and there's a huge flurry of panic, well. Diego's fixed the boiler a few times in the past few years, so he heads on over, leans in to look at the pressure gauge.

"Hey." he asks whoever might be around, "Mind handing me that screwdriver over there?"

This is more like it.

Still weird, for a dream, but Diego's always functioned best when he has a productive way of getting rid of the aggression that's perpetually building up in him. And fighting is what he does best.

Smirking, he swaggers into the stadium, picks up a bandolier full of assorted types of ridiculous knives, tilts his head and withdraws one, holding it between two fingers, the picture of cockiness.

"You really sure you wanna take a go at me?"

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