[ not that knocking would have done much good, and not that he would have stopped even if she had managed to get his attention before entering. she'll find him making use of the training room, stripped down to a familiar pair of cargo pants and a simple black tank as he hefts his chin up over the metal bar he hangs on, eighty-four, eight-five, eight-six, eight-seven—
his eyes gaze the movement of her as she approaches, and it's testament to how serious he's taking her right now that he stops what he's doing and hops back down on surprisingly light feet. he's covered in a light sheen of sweat, something he doesn't bother to even wipe up as he looks her over. ]
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his eyes gaze the movement of her as she approaches, and it's testament to how serious he's taking her right now that he stops what he's doing and hops back down on surprisingly light feet. he's covered in a light sheen of sweat, something he doesn't bother to even wipe up as he looks her over. ]
WhAT's bothErINg You thIS TimE?