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therewaslife) wrote in
fandomhighdorms2011-01-05 01:05 pm
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Gym | Afternoon | Wednesday | January 5
Bod could count the number of times he'd been in the gym on one hand. All of one time. He'd been here all of one time and that hadn't even been to do anything but talk to someone who he wasn't currently really even talking to anymore. So, that was a memory he had to force down.
He'd come down there today on a whim. Bod loved his books and he loved his quiet time but he still felt like he needed to do more things. He needed to fill his time with activities and motion to stop himself from falling into too deep a funk.
He wasn't a fighter though so he was going to ignore all the boxing and fighting equipment. Instead, he grabbed one of the basketballs and started shooting around. From close distances, he found that he wasn't bad. The further he got, the worse his aim became so he made a note to work on that. For now, he was running up and down the court, alternating between shots at either basket and working himself into a nice sweat while he did.
It felt remarkably good.
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He'd come down there today on a whim. Bod loved his books and he loved his quiet time but he still felt like he needed to do more things. He needed to fill his time with activities and motion to stop himself from falling into too deep a funk.
He wasn't a fighter though so he was going to ignore all the boxing and fighting equipment. Instead, he grabbed one of the basketballs and started shooting around. From close distances, he found that he wasn't bad. The further he got, the worse his aim became so he made a note to work on that. For now, he was running up and down the court, alternating between shots at either basket and working himself into a nice sweat while he did.
It felt remarkably good.
[Open place, open post]

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"You were sometimes unrecognizable but I still thought you looked like you underneath it all because I looked," he said, shaking his head. "And this is just a haircut and you can't see past it."
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As for that other part, she was choosing not to say anything.
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In his mind, he knew why she'd look at him differently but it didn't ease the ache of knowing that she wasn't going to even try to look at him anymore. She just didn't want to see.
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And looking at him hurt; what was she supposed to do?
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"I didn't -- " He stopped his statement there and shook his head. "Does everything I've told you make me sound like a completely different person to you?"
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"I do but I'm fairly certain that what I think about you isn't what you think I think about you," Bod said and did that even make sense? He parsed it eventually and shook his head. "I know how you think I see you now. And you're so completely wrong but I don't think my opinion matters to you anymore."
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It wasn't anywhere near that simple but she really wished it was.
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