towerofanimus | ☆TWO

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☆TWO

Characters: Alfred F. Jones and YOU
Setting: Gymnasium
Format: I'll follow you
Summary: Just trying to keep warm.
Warnings: None right now.

[Alfred had gotten in the habit of a morning jog since school had ended, and he figured he might as well keep it up in the Tower as well. You never knew in a place like this when you needed to be in good shape. Plus, it was a good way to keep warm when there was no heat in the building.

Today especially he was feeling quite warm before he even finished a lap around the track. Too warm. He tried to keep going, but his legs were starting to feel like lead weights, and his head ached. Three-quarters of the way around the oval, Alfred gave up, wobbling over to lean on a piece of exercise equipment to catch his breath. Phew. This was obviously consequence of trying to exist on nutribars alone.]

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[Sephiroth spent some time most days in the gym anyway. His sessions had gotten longer and he pushed himself harder every single day so far since last week. Not only that it pushed the uncomfortable chillness this month out of his mind. As long as one made sure that your sweat didn't cool on your skin too much; a use finally for the remains of the jumpsuit he'd arrived in. It wasn't going to be used for anything else after all.

People didn't tend to disturb you either, while you were concentrating on bench pressing unmarked weights. Especially since the actual weight of them seemed to never stay the same day to day; it did mean one had to look around sometimes to try and find the weights you wanted to train with.

He was just lifting the bar carefully onto the stable part of the equipment in order to sit up and recover from the last set. When he caught a glimpse of the kid - no this guy was slightly older than the average kid age he'd encountered around the Tower. Not a very healthy kid, either. He'd probably overdone it. This room could do that to you.

Sephiroth stretched his shoulders out and wiped a fresh line of sweat from his brow. That didn't look like a particularly stable piece of equipment either, if that weight shaking at the top was anything to go by.

He should just let it alone. Kids learn from mistakes after all. But then what would be worse; he'd have to deal with a screaming teenager if he broke something - or worse if that ended up falling on his-]

Might not want to lean on that.

Hwah? [Alfred started, jerking up as if he hadn't realized anyone else was around. It took another moment for the words to process, and he looked up, noting for the first time the precariousness of the machine he was leaning on. He jumped back a step, wiping his forehead with the back of his sleeve.]

Man, thanks. [His breath was coming in pants-- he definitely shouldn't have been breathing this heavily with less than a mile under his belt.] Just needed a little rest, I guess. S'it hot in here?

[He was just watching idly, dabbing at his forehead again, running all of his long silver hair over one shoulder so he can dab away more sweat from the back of his neck - well more like the bottom part of the back of his neck since the collar gets in the way.

He did notice the breathlessness of the younger guy, though sure - most humans do have a lower physical limitation and don't tend to deal too well in extreme conditions like those set up in the Tower this month. He hadn't been watching so he didn't know how much exercise the teen had been doing.]

Just catch your breath. [What was he some personal trainer now?] Relax.

Yeah, no, I'm fine. [Alfred straightened up, arching backwards to stretch out the new ache in his back.] Just hungry I think. Those bar things aren't all that filling, y'know?

I did see what they were serving this month. Good for nothing but a quick energy fix.

[Sephiroth shrugs, not that it really affects him what they are serving in the Cafeteria - he'd only eaten a couple of times in there before realizing that his cells were doing a pretty good job of keeping him going without the extra, rather human form of nourishment.

Figuring the guy has only given himself a stitch by trying to work out too soon after a meal. Sephiroth stretches out his arms in front of him, then up and around before setting himself back down onto the bench and getting ready to lift the bar again.]

[America had learned fairly quickly which floors were more safe to play on and which he should probably stay off of, if only to keep England from making weird faces and being worried. This floor was one of the bigger ones, and unless you messed up with the machines it was pretty safe, so he was rolling his hoop around and watching everyone else.

He rolls his hoop in Alfred's general direction once he sees him wobbling.]

Hey, are you okay?

[Alfred stood bent with his hands on his knees for a moment before straightening up again, managing a genuine smile when he saw the little guy.]

I'm alright, buddy. Just a little hungry I think.

You could go hunt things! [America perks up eagerly at having found what he'd consider the obvious solution.] There's a big forest that floats and there's animals!

[He doesn't want to admit to a baby that he has no idea how to hunt for his own food. Nor does he think he'd really enjoy the process of turning furry things into meat.]

Well, I don't really have any weapons or anything...

I could help! [Or at least ask England for help on the finer details he still doesn't always manage right.] We could get some plants, too! Not everything's dead in winter.

Yeah? You been hunting before?

Uh huh, though usually I just eat berries and stuff 'cause I like playing with the animals more. [And animals don't keep playing with you when you eat them.] But winter's hard so sometimes you have to.

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