T'Challa could not help but to laugh as he removed the towel from around his neck, patting the sweat off of his face. He had been down in the gym, getting in a quick workout. Though things were relatively peaceful as of late, he couldn't help but feel uneasy these last few days. He felt restless --- as if something was coming --- but he knew it was likely the fact that he was bored or frustrated with work that brought about this restless spirit.
❝My friend...you always look...so affronted when I touch and speak your praises. Do not look so shocked, for each word spoken is nothing but the truth.❞ He paused. ❝Where have you been all morning? You are usually down in the gym but I was...surprised to note you were not punching your favorite bag.❞
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