fandomhighdorms | the gym; wednesday afternoon

Seemed like today was a day to spend in the gym. After his class (because he was such a good student and all), Flick had gone to his room, changed and then come down to the gym to get some time in with the heavy bag. He wasn't spending as much time down here as he had in the past but he didn't want to get soft and lazy.

He went bare knuckles as he usually did and started out slow. Hand connected with vinyl, making a satisfying sound that would have made Flick smile if he hadn't been otherwise occupied. He didn't keep that pace for too long because it got boring. Soon enough, he was firing off jabs and hooks at a fairly breakneck pace and feeling the muscles in his shoulders, back, and legs start to burn with exertion.

That's what he wanted to feel, what he'd hoped for when he'd come down here and he wasn't planning on stopping until he didn't think he could stand up anymore. Okay, maybe it wouldn't be that drastic but he wanted to keep sharp. Considering the island, you never knew when it was going to be needed and he didn't want to be caught unaware.

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