☆TWO

[redwhiteandhero]

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.]

Comments

[neverbeamemory]

[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.

[redwhiteandhero]

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?

[neverbeamemory]

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.]