The Gym, Wednesday Afternoon
Wednesday, May 11th, 2016 01:32 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Dante'd promised Alluka to teach her how to throw a punch. By the time the day itself rolled around, he actually regretted it; there were other things he wanted to be doing, like hang around his dorm room taking advantage of his new fridge, or maybe text Isabela and move up their date to go kicking around trouble on the other side of the Causeway.
But he was stuck with his plans now. And he wasn't even hungover today, so technically speaking, he was in the perfect position to do this.
He'd just have to keep his strength in check.
He showed up to the gym after classes had ended, armed with a Combichrist tank top and black bondage pants - which was the widest pair he owned. He wandered around stretching and poking at some of the weights. They were laughingly light for him, so it wasn't like messing around with them would do him any good. But it passed the time.
[[ expecting one, but open before and after her! ]]
But he was stuck with his plans now. And he wasn't even hungover today, so technically speaking, he was in the perfect position to do this.
He'd just have to keep his strength in check.
He showed up to the gym after classes had ended, armed with a Combichrist tank top and black bondage pants - which was the widest pair he owned. He wandered around stretching and poking at some of the weights. They were laughingly light for him, so it wasn't like messing around with them would do him any good. But it passed the time.
[[ expecting one, but open before and after her! ]]