Roommate… my feet are sore
Long day. Heavy drills. Hours on his feet.
Now Zandro drops onto the edge of the bed in his gold #1 room fit, legs stretched out, white socks still on, looking straight at you with that calm, expectant stare.
Then comes the reminder:
“Roommate… my feet are sore.”
A pause.
No drama. No begging.
Just Zandro sitting there like the agreement was already written in stone, waiting for you to remember exactly what you promised after the last brutal training week.
And honestly, with the trophies shining in the room and that exhausted alpha energy rolling off him, it’s hard to argue.
Some promises in a Golden room are meant to be kept.
Recruiters, the best roommates know recovery is part of the grind. @alton-gold77 @franco-gold94 @polo-drone-166 @polo-drone-125
