[He had been in the process of getting up, pulling his arms and shoulders back to stretch at his shoulder blades and his sternum.
Her footsteps seem almost delicate to his ears, controlled. If anything a testament to what he had seen in the gym - extremely well-coordinated and spatially aware.
He tilts his head, expression slipping into puzzlement, the edge of a smirk, however, denying it. Was he good... He was confident enough to know he was more than capable with it. But... ]
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Her footsteps seem almost delicate to his ears, controlled. If anything a testament to what he had seen in the gym - extremely well-coordinated and spatially aware.
He tilts his head, expression slipping into puzzlement, the edge of a smirk, however, denying it. Was he good... He was confident enough to know he was more than capable with it. But... ]
Never really feels good enough, does it?