trickydemigod.livejournal.comLack of sleep hadn't exactly made Luke a zombie the past few weeks. If anything it had the opposite effect sometimes, and he found himself with an abundance of energy and a ton of boredom to go with it. Working it off at the salle was the best way to spend his time since not only was it exhausting, but it was a pretty good distraction. For some reason fighting cleared his head better than anything else. He didn't know if it was a demigod thing or a Luke thing but, wherever it came from, he couldn't say that it wasn't useful. That little quirk kept him in shape and probably saved his ass numerous times.
After about an hour of non-stop training Luke decided to take a break, leaning against one of the dummies for support. Sweat was making his shirt cling to him, and he could tell that a shower was definitely in his near future. His room might've been messy but it didn't smell weird and Luke intended to keep it that way.
[Salle's open of course, but fyi I'll be afk from like 2:30-4:30 due to that class type thing]