@more-things-in-heaven-hell || Louis
The best way to stretch out aching muscles after being cramped on an 11 hour flight? The gym.
Oversized DEATH RIDERS t-shirt, tight shorts, handwraps, gloves- Gabe's not here to play. He walks through the same sequence of jabs and dodges he's practiced with Louis again, aiming for the pads his partner's got on both hands. He's a wrestler, not a boxer- but he has to keep his striking up to par to have any chance on the streets, and against all odds, he's found someone who can match his pace...and not fall on his ass, too.
With a snarl of rage, he hits the last part of the sequence for this set before dancing back a few steps and bending, hands on his knees, to catch his breath. He's dripping with sweat, even with a box fan blasting directly on them. He runs his tongue across his teeth. and stands to stagger for his water bottle.
"I feel like I'm fucking dying."
And why does he feel this need to get such a difficult cardio session in right now of all times, directly after that flight from Tokyo?
There was a child. It screamed for five hours. He wanted to fucking eat it in front of the parents.
This helps ease the pain.
