Beats per minute.

[maverick-blades.livejournal.com]

[The training room is occupied tonight, the mechanical sound of sneakers thumping against the belt of the treadmill and ragged, thick breath filling the space. There's a sweaty shirtless Rikka with headphones who managed to sneak out under the guise that he's hanging out elsewhere in the Dressing Room, has taken an Elixir or two for the energy boost, and is attempting to get his heart rate up after several reps of weight-lifting. He needs to get stronger faster, though he's quickly reaching his limit whether he knows it or not. It's fairly obvious that he doesn't, because he's peaked from that adrenaline high and is now just pushing himself to see how far he can go, adjusting the incline pattern and speed to the second highest setting. He totally needs some water and one of Dad's grilled burgers.]

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[windup-daddy.livejournal.com]

*as the two of you walk down the hallway, he gives you a bit of a Look*

The next time you want to work out, you tell somebody. And you do it smart and take breaks, or else I'll have Kira babysit you during them.

[maverick-blades.livejournal.com]

*he's still in quiet submissive mode, and hangs his head because maybe you don't think he's strong enough*

[windup-daddy.livejournal.com]

I personally don't care if you want to train. I think it's healthy. But you are not going to push yourself into a relapse. If you don't know your own limits, then I'll make someone watch you who does.

[maverick-blades.livejournal.com]

*he doesn't like that tone, and he kind of thought you'd be easier on him than his-time Daddy; his ears are burning red as he brushes past you to the bathroom*

... I'll be out later.

*ka-click!*

[windup-daddy.livejournal.com]

*that just makes him sigh and pinch the bridge of his nose; Daddy is Daddy no matter what, especially for his kids*

I'll be in the kitchen, or manning the grill in the hallway.

[maverick-blades.livejournal.com]

*he'll stay in for a good twenty or so minutes just enjoying the feel of the water on his skin before he comes out, dressed in a t-shirt and boxers, scrubbing a towel through his hair*

[windup-daddy.livejournal.com]

*you can probably smell the burgers on the grill, where your Daddy is flipping them; be a good son and bring out the buns for toasting*

[maverick-blades.livejournal.com]

*but they're right next to you :| he has to work for his burger?*

... do you need anything else?

[windup-daddy.livejournal.com]

The lettuce and tomatoes are in the fridge still. Cheese, too. So if you want a cheeseburger, bring 'em out and I'll dish you up the first burger.

*pfff it's not really work*

[maverick-blades.livejournal.com]

*alas children can be difficult; he'll nod and go gather the cheese, tomatoes, lettuce, sprouts coconuts, fish and the blanket; he might also bring you a cold soda -- lemon lime for you and cherry vanilla for him*

[windup-daddy.livejournal.com]

Thanks, Rikka.

*he gives you a smile, and as promised, slides you off the first delicious burger*

How many more do you want?

[maverick-blades.livejournal.com]

... I'll take two.

[windup-daddy.livejournal.com]

Alright. Sides are on the table. Don't worry, Mama made those.

*he will work on making you up a second burger*

[maverick-blades.livejournal.com]

*he'll go to dress his burger and get some sides -- mm, sweet potato fries and salad*

[windup-daddy.livejournal.com]

*he'll make sure there are tofu burgers for Kira before making up a cheeseburger for himself and joining you at the table*

[maverick-blades.livejournal.com]

*he pretty much is scarfing through this one, his appetite ravenous for the first time in a month*

Mmmfph. 's good.

[windup-daddy.livejournal.com]

*he's so glad to see that and will make sure to bring you a second burger*

Of course it's good. Your Daddy made it!

[maverick-blades.livejournal.com]

*that makes him grin a little as he sucks the ketchup from his thumb before taking another giant bite -- he has cheese stuck to his lips*

[windup-daddy.livejournal.com]

*he can't help it and uses a napkin to wipe your face*

[maverick-blades.livejournal.com]

Mmmph-Dad!

*he makes a face at that before wiping his face himself and sucking the cheese off of his hand*

[windup-daddy.livejournal.com]

Don't get messy if you don't want me swooping in.

*he grins but will let you clean yourself up*

[maverick-blades.livejournal.com]

'm in a hurry.

*chomp chomp oooh, salad and fries he forgot about those*

[windup-daddy.livejournal.com]

A hurry? You'll get a stomachache at this rate.

[maverick-blades.livejournal.com]

*he's scarfed his burger, and sucks his fingers happily*

That was the best thing I ever ate. Thanks, Daddy.

[windup-daddy.livejournal.com]

*it makes him happy to hear you call him 'Daddy' again and he smiles back*

You have room for dessert? There might be an ice box pie in the fridge.