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[introverte-d.livejournal.com]

[Roxas... is covered in red. it's in his hair, staining his clothes, streaking his face, splattered over his shoes, and he's leaving quite a trail as he makes his way down the hall. if it wasn't for the small jar of paint in his hand, it'd almost look like he'd been beaten bloody.]

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[introverte-d.livejournal.com]

Okay...

[he's curious anyway, so he won't fight.]

[rikufu.livejournal.com]

I haven't hit the iron today.

[ maybe that's enough of an explanation. ]

[introverte-d.livejournal.com]

... Oh.

[well, that answers that. it'll be a task to get Roxas to do anything but watch, though.]

[rikufu.livejournal.com]

[ that doesn't mean he won't try, hovering over Roxas' back. part of him's tempted to do something else altogether, though now's not really the best time. ]

[introverte-d.livejournal.com]

[leave it to him to take forever to find the stupid weight room, holding the door open behind him for Riku.]

1/2

[rikufu.livejournal.com]

[ his eyes are elsewhere. not a good sign. ]

I'm a horrible person.

[ wait, what? that came out of nowhere; on top of it, he's grinning. ]

[rikufu.livejournal.com]

Put that back on before I do something.

[ oh, Roxas' shirt. shoves it in his hands. ]

[introverte-d.livejournal.com]

[blinks, fumbles, and does what he's told, all while red in the face.]

[rikufu.livejournal.com]

[ chuckles. looks like they've got a long way to go yet. ]

[introverte-d.livejournal.com]

[rubs a hand over his face and then slides it up into his hair, moving to straddle a weight bench so he can watch Riku do whatever it is he plans to do.]

[rikufu.livejournal.com]

[ he'll need time to set up; Riku's been all over the dressing room, and some rooms are newer to him than others. ]

C'mon, where is it ...

[ grumbles to himself. ]

[introverte-d.livejournal.com]

[rests his hands on his thighs.]

What're you looking for?

[rikufu.livejournal.com]

... the plates aren't big enough in here.

[ sigh. it figures; he'll have to go to some other room and steal theirs. ]

I'll be back.

[introverte-d.livejournal.com]

[nods silently, glancing towards the plates that are in the room. ...really? they're not big enough?]

[rikufu.livejournal.com]

[ it's a wonder he's not a hulk by now ... though there's a world of difference between getting stronger and getting bigger. ]

[ sooner or later Riku's lugging some weights back in. ]

[introverte-d.livejournal.com]

[gets up, possibly to help.]

'You got it?

[rikufu.livejournal.com]

... wanna try?

[ holds one out in a single hand, only a little strained. he's dying to know if Roxas could even pull it off. ]

[introverte-d.livejournal.com]

[he's not stupid enough to set himself up for potential embarrassment on purpose. while it looks like he could probably handle it - with two hands, probably - Riku is a lot stronger than he is and he's not entirely willing to look like an idiot if he's wrong.]

... nah. Go ahead.

[rikufu.livejournal.com]

Your loss.

[ oh well, some other time. for now he'll settle on putting everything together; weights on the bar, and so on. he hasn't done a proper workout in a while, but this will do for the moment. ]

[introverte-d.livejournal.com]

[... maybe not.. back down on the spare bench he goes, planting his hands behind him and leaning back a bit.]

[rikufu.livejournal.com]

You know, you don't have to stay.

[ watching him can't be the most interesting thing in the world, or can it? ]

[introverte-d.livejournal.com]

Is that code for 'scram'? Because I can if that's what you want.

[shrugs, sitting forward.]

[rikufu.livejournal.com]

It's not code for anything. What are we, five?

[ folds his arms across his chest. ]

[introverte-d.livejournal.com]

[holds his hands up in defense.]

No. Jeez, sorry.

[rikufu.livejournal.com]

You're really difficult ...

[ sighs, bending down and pecking Roxas' forehead. ]

But I am too.