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Sitting down on the at the machine, Trent had placed his feet firmly under the pads provided all the while reaching up to grab the top handles. Getting into the correct position, he gradually started his workout, lifting his legs up as he crunched his upper torso. Of course, it was more of a strain for him trying not to break the damn gym equipment. However, exercising helped get those creative juices flowing in order for him to write. When not otherwise streaming or doing bounty hunter work, he could be find writing his fantasy novels. After a good forty five minutes on the machine, the wereleopard had stopped and hopped off whilst beads of sweat had formed just above his brow before eventually tricking down the sides of his temples. Despite the intense workout, he was hardly even winded. What could he say? Sometimes being a supernatural creature came with it’s benefits.
Stripping off his grey muscle shirt with a satisfied huff, he slowly brought it up to dab away the excess moisture off of his face. A sheen of sweat now coated his hairy chest as he bent down to pick up his water bottle and take a quick swig. Muscles abruptly tensed with warning, the short hairs on the back of his neck swiftly standing up on end at the feeling of eyes boring into him. Twisting around towards the source, the shifter found his lips peeling back into a predatory smile at the other male. Wandering over to him, he felt his eyes begin to glint mischievously while speaking aloud in a reach and deep tone. “If you’re gonna glare you can at least spot me Alex,” Trent declared with amusement - head canting at the bench press with a sharp gesture indicating to what he was referring too. Ever since setting up home here, the other Cat’s hackles had been raised thinking Trent was moving in on his turf. Which couldn't of been further away from the truth. All he needed was his house and the small patch of forest residing behind it.
