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week three - tuesday morning
[ How did Jack convince Rhys to actually get his ass out of bed early in the morning and head to the gym? That's the real mystery here, not the murder. But, somehow, he's managed, even if Rhys is probably half asleep as Jack is going along to the gym. By comparison, Jack is already pretty animated and excited, so he's definitely starting off on the right foot by talking Rhys's ear off. ]
—I mean, look at you. I bet- No, I'm sure, you're one of those guys that has a craaaaaazy metabolism so you can just eat pizza and garbage all day and just be stupidly skinny. Well, first thing's first, that's not normal, so you're gonna start working for it. Seriously. Maybe if you actually put on some muscle, you might actually be able to do a little more when you're on the verge of death instead of, I dunno, a certain handsome, built guy having to step in to clean things up for you. Which, I admit, times in the past? Not exactly based on muscle. Since, uh, kinda didn't matter with the whole hologram thing.
[ is there a buffer overflow yet ]
So c'mon, you, me, the weight room, maybe shooting a few hoops? Have you even been to a gym before? Actually, no, don't answer that, I have a guess and it's going to piss me off. So I'm pretending you have. The point is, we're making up for these past few weeks of doing goddamn nothing.
—I mean, look at you. I bet- No, I'm sure, you're one of those guys that has a craaaaaazy metabolism so you can just eat pizza and garbage all day and just be stupidly skinny. Well, first thing's first, that's not normal, so you're gonna start working for it. Seriously. Maybe if you actually put on some muscle, you might actually be able to do a little more when you're on the verge of death instead of, I dunno, a certain handsome, built guy having to step in to clean things up for you. Which, I admit, times in the past? Not exactly based on muscle. Since, uh, kinda didn't matter with the whole hologram thing.
[ is there a buffer overflow yet ]
So c'mon, you, me, the weight room, maybe shooting a few hoops? Have you even been to a gym before? Actually, no, don't answer that, I have a guess and it's going to piss me off. So I'm pretending you have. The point is, we're making up for these past few weeks of doing goddamn nothing.
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I don't have a boner.
[ like ugh jack, come on! why would he ever have a boner. you're so rude, jack. so rude. except he also feels kind of ridiculous for asking now and just -- you know what? this was a terrible conversation track and he regrets it. ]
I-- I mean, in general, I guess? I know you don't have them here but it would... be cool if you did? I don't know. Nevermind. What are we even doing?
[ please change the subject, jack. dear god. ]
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[ That thought seems to at least improve Jack's mood, since he continues to laugh in that sort of childish way that implies that the merch he approved is probably the filthiest of the bunch. Which, yeah. Naturally. This isn't the subject change that Rhys was hoping for, but luckily, it doesn't linger, since Jack is starting to set up a weightlifting bench. ]
Weightlifting, pumpkin. Since it's pretty much the best thing you can do if you want guns like these. But. I will have mercy on you, because I'm super kind. Slash because I'm the one that actually friggin' wants to work out here, so I'm going first so that you don't ruin my enthusiasm.