𝙸𝙽𝚃. 𝙱𝙴𝚁𝚁𝚈'𝚂 𝙶𝚈𝙼 — 𝙳𝙰𝚈 𝚆𝙸𝚃𝙷: @limelightz
The brunette typically avoided the gym like the plague, instead opting for the combination of the genetics of a professional athlete and model work their magic. Though oddly, today he felt like moving. An unease tingling beneath his skin. Perhaps in becoming close with Val, it seemed ridiculous to not at least attempt boarding a treadmill. "so what are we doing after this?" basketball shorts hang low on his hips, he has yet to receive the memo that short shorts are in. "I need something to look forward to or else I'm not touching a single piece of equipment,"
valerio's already been in the gym for a solid twenty minutes beyond his warm up when maverick shows up - naturally, his shorts are the stark opposite, short as can be without being too risqué and very much on trend. "man, you gotta lock in. rise and grind!" he half-jokes as he playfully punches mav's bicep. then he bends and reaches for his water bottle on the floor next to the bench beside them, unscrewing the lid, "not gonna stand here and lie to you like i didn't promise myself food right after this though. you comin' with?" he extends the invitiation before taking a swig, then follows up with, "kinda wanna check out gordon's pub. i went to hell's kitchen in miami last year and it was pretty fire." he says it so casually, like he's on first-name basis with mr. ramsay when he certainly isn't.
