the gym ; monday afternoon

[flickofthewrist]

The dorms seemed to be clearing out which meant things were a bit more quiet than usual. Flick didn't mind that. Usually, it meant he spent too much time inside his own head but he was exercising a lot of repression right now and it was working well. It helped that he'd had a pretty good time last night so he wasn't immediately waking up in a crappy mood.

Still, the fact that his mood was decent was going to stop him from getting down to the gym and getting some work in on the heavy bag. His punches weren't quite as violent as he tended to get and he was doing a little more moving and dodging than he usually did (since he tended to go full on attack without a strategy) but he was still getting a good work out in.

And he'd probably stay in the gym for awhile since he really wasn't in the mood to go dodging the chocolate coins raining from the sky. If it wasn't one thing, it was another.

[Open, sure]