a/n: i've been guilted into marrying this man 3 times now bc he will quite literally die if you don't (he's terminally ill), so i like to think alear takes care of him well enough to give him a longer happier life kaljfdsl (no alear picture bc he's ugly)
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06:00 - Wake up and have a yummy breakfast!
06:30 - Begin morning stretches and warmup.
07:00 - Jog around the Somniel five times. Don't forget to tell everyone you see good morning!
08:30 - Water break and quick snack.
08:45 - Weightlifting for both arms and legs, especially arms!
09:45 - Another water break and quick snack.
10:00 - Ab lab and balance exercises.
11:00 - Bath time!
11:30 - Prepare high-protein lunch for maximum gains!
Alear stared at the list in his hand, somehow each read-through worse than the last. "You do all of this in one morning?"
"Pfft, yeah, of course!" Alfred spoke matter-of-factly, not a shred of diffidence in his voice. "I've found that this is the best curriculum for bulking up. See, look!"
Alfred sat up properly on the bed and pushed his sleeve up to his shoulder and Alear could only watch in disbelief as Alfred "flexed" his muscles, or whatever was supposed to be there, proudly, the accomplished smile never leaving his face. Was this supposed to be a joke?
"Uhh, that's great," Alear drew out his response, unsure of what to say. "Do you really expect me to do all of this, though?"
"Well, no," Alfred started, yet Alear could already get a sense of where this was going, "but I'd be super happy if you did! We could treat it like a couples thing, y'know? Imagine how cool we'd look running around the palace grounds together! Everyone would be so jealous of us."
Everyone would still be ASLEEP. "Errr, I'm not so sure about all of that," Alear sighed, but one glance at the puppy eyes Alfred gave him already had him backtracking. "Okay, okay, fine, I can give it a try."
"Great!" Alfred's eyes immediately lit up. "We already missed stretching and cut into our jogging time, but we can still get a lap in if we start now-"
"Wait, Alfred-"
"-and, oh, we can't forget the yummy breakfast, of course-"
"Wait, wait, Alfred," Alear finally managed to cut him off, "are you expecting me to start this today?"
"Oh, definitely." The blond looked at Alear as if he were speaking blasphemy. "The sooner you start, the better!"
"Now? You want me to start now?" Alear stared at Alfred, who just responded with an eager, albeit expectant, nod. "Alfred, I-I'm not built for something like this, if couldn't tell. Can't we start some time next week? Or maybe slowly build our way up?"
"Nope!" Alfred shook his head. "Like I said, the sooner, the better! Plus, we've missed out on a lot of cardio today, so I have all this energy to burn!"
Wait... there's an idea here...
"Hold on," Alear thought out loud, "I'll do your training regimen, but you have to do mine as well. Couples thing, y'know?"
"Oh?" Alfred seemed to perk up at this. "You have your own? I'm all ears!"
Perfect. "Okay, just lie down for a minute."
Alfred gasped, eyes wide with excitement. "Ooohhh, are we starting with sit-ups?!"
"Just.." Alear used his hand to guide Alfred down to the mattress. "Just lie down."
Alfred stared back at him the whole time, though clearly thrilled for whatever Alear had in mind. "I'm ready when you are!"
"Great!" Poor thing. "I'm just gonna-"
There really was no explanation needed; Alear jumped at the unsuspecting prince, his fingers digging into the vulnerable tummy laid out for him like a silver platter. Alfred, too naive for his own good, was much too easy for Alear to pin down, a tad concerning for someone that works out as much as him.
"Wait, wait! Whahahat is thiHIhis!" Alfred cried out, helpless laughter pouring out as he squirmed around on the bed, tousling the sheets around.
"Just a bit of cardio, no?" Alear sneered, the silk shirt Alfred wore bearing no protection from the way Alear's fingers dug and squeezed into his skin. "Surely, a big strong prince like you can throw me off, right?"
"I-I am strohohohong!" Alfred wailed, his back arching once Alear began to pinch at the bony hips; he wasn't quite sure if all the squirming was an attempt to launch him off, or if Alfred was just genuinely this ticklish. "No! NohoHOhoho! Stahahahap!"
"Hmm, perhaps you need a bit more training, Alfred," Alear relished in the way Alfred squealed when he squeezed his sides.
"Th-This isn't trahahainihing!"
"Oh? But what if the enemy were to catch you and tickle you? Can't have that, can we?"
"Nohoho! Ahahahaha!" Alfred's face was now flushed in red, contrasting his porcelain skin, his pretty blond locks frayed and disheveled. He grabbed at the sheets as Alear's hands began to approach his underarms, any attempt to keep the sensations at bay.
"But don't worry," Alear chuckled alongside his giggly prince, "we'll just have to add this to your daily training regimen. There's an empty spot at noon. How does that sound?"
