The Gym: Afternoon

[sonofmogh.livejournal.com]

After Etiquette and his... incident with Katchoo the day before, Worf had more than enough sexual frustration aggression to fuel his work out today.

Which might explain why the poor punching bag looked like it was about to fly off and explode into a wall.

[Worf is here for one person in particular but the rest of the gym is open for those who need it.]

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[bitten_notshy]

Jack was in an absolutely lovely mood after his afternoon with Rose the day before. Little birds chirping around his head, aggressively pleasant smile on his face, the whole deal -- especially when he remembered he had plans with Tony for later, too.

He was using his energy to explore the school grounds, and found his way to the gymnasium, where he stretched out -- he was in street clothes, but modern street clothes were more comfortable than what he would have worn to exercise in at home anyhow -- and watched the .... individual attack the punching bag.

"Are you trying to kill that poor thing?"

[sonofmogh.livejournal.com]

"It is not alive," Worf grunted as he continued to beat the hell out of the bag. "Therefore it is impossible to kill."

[bitten_notshy]

"Ah." Jack said, the kind of ah that bore with it the weight of deciding the other individual was rather annoyingly literal and should be teased. "So if it was alive, would you want it to die at your hands -- fists, rather?"

[sonofmogh.livejournal.com]

"Only if it could fight back," Worf growled.

[bitten_notshy]

"It's good to know you have standards," Jack decided, making sure he was well out of punching distance first. "So why are you hitting it, then?"

[sonofmogh.livejournal.com]

"Exercise," Worf said curtly.

Because there was no way in Gre'Thor he'd admit to the real reason.

[bitten_notshy]

"Then I'll leave you to it," Jack decided, perhaps once expressing enough sense not to poke a wounded bear. "I haven't been to the gymnasium before. It's nice."

[sonofmogh.livejournal.com]

Worf stopped punching the bag to turn to look at Jack for the first time. "You do not believe in physical fitness in your world?" he asked.

[bitten_notshy]

If Jack hadn't been caught on dear God what is wrong with his forehead, he would have treated that as an opportunity to flirt a bit by asking if he looked out of shape.

However. Forehead.

"Yes," he said. "We believe in it. I just hadn't been to the gym yet."

With you and your forehead.

[sonofmogh.livejournal.com]

It didn't take much to make Worf realize what Jack was staring at. He'd been dealing with that most of his life.

"I am Klingon," he grunted. "From another planet."

[bitten_notshy]

Jack flushed to be caught staring, lowering his eyes to his shoes. "I -- I hadn't seen you properly," he said, more than a little apologetic. "I'm sorry. What planet are the Klingon from?"

[sonofmogh.livejournal.com]

"Q'onos," Worf replied wiping the sweat from his brow and then moving to take off his shirt. 'It is a planet many light years from this one."

[bitten_notshy]

His stomach was very nice, at least. Jack would look at that instead, though he was done with his staring. "I'm from this planet and before space travel is even thought of," he explained.

[sonofmogh.livejournal.com]

"Interesting," Worf commented as he began to beat on the punching bag again. "How have you been adjusting to this world?"

[bitten_notshy]

"I think I'm doing rather well," Jack answered, almost proud. "Are you doing well with it?"

[guardianborn.livejournal.com]

Class had been fun, yesterday afternoon had been a lot of fun, but somehow Rose had still had too much pent up energy and restlessness. She went up to her room to change into tighter workout clothes than she'd usually wear (which was saying something) and headed back down to the gym.

She knew Worf was in good shape, but she couldn't help staring at him shirtless. Mmm, muscles and sweaty skin, and...she stared for long enough that she rather flailingly went to tie her hair up, hoping that Worf was too busy killing the punching bag to notice.

"Having fun?" she asked, moving closer to get a better view so she didn't have to yell.

[sonofmogh.livejournal.com]

"I continually hope that whatever... being sent me to this forsaken island changes his mind and returns me to my original time and place every day," Worf said letting out with a few punishing blows. "Other than that... it has been fine."

[bitten_notshy]

"That doesn't sound like an 'other than that'," Jack pointed out as he watched Worf's muscles move under his skin. "That sounds like misery with patches of relief."

[sonofmogh.livejournal.com]

"No," he said sharply as he turned away from the punching bag and stopped short at the sight of Rose in...

He shook his head trying to clear his thoughts.

"No," he said a bit more softer now, but still gruff. "In fact the last two days have been rather... frustrating."

[guardianborn.livejournal.com]

"Not enough action?" she asked, smirking and totally meaning fighting rly.

[sonofmogh.livejournal.com]

"There is that aspect to it," Worf admitted wiping sweat from his brow. "As well as some... personal issues."

Not that he would admit to anything that happened with Katchoo yesterday.

[sonofmogh.livejournal.com]

"That would be an accurate description," Worf grumbled as he gave the bag an extra hard punch.

[bitten_notshy]

"And you can't go home?" Jack asked, a bit horrified.

[sonofmogh.livejournal.com]

"It is a point of honor," Worf grumbled. "Until I prove myself to this being I must stay here."

[guardianborn.livejournal.com]

"Anything I can help with?" Rose said.