The Gym; Sunday Afternoon [ 04/19 ].

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Cal had almost reasoned himself out of coming down to the gym today; something about it being close to the end of the school year made him want to slack of, made him question what the whole point of it would be. But, for the most part, there were a few other reasons convincing him toward the usual workout, so he stretched a little and went down to hit the weights. Sure, it was the end of the year, but it wasn't like he had anything better to do. His head was too distracted with other things to really focus on studying for exams, and it wasn't like he really cared too much, anyway.

Part of him said he should care, but if he flaked and didn't do well, he still had two more years to make up for it.


[[ open gym is open, though I might be slo-o-o-ow ]]

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[withoutverona]

Romeo knew he would not make a good showing if he sparred with Arthur the next day, even if Arthur was down an arm; he could only hope not to embarrass himself too thoroughly. That concern lead to one of his rare trips to the gym. He nodded a greeting to Cal before hopping on the treadmill; he'd warm up before hitting the punching bag.

[not-a-mused.livejournal.com]

Cal who failed at getting this notif gave Romeo a nod back, but mostly focused on his weights and thinking.