Absolute Specimens
starter for @restoration-prince
--- The evening sky arched gray and dim over Gray's head as he hoisted his gym bag over his shoulder and pushed his way through the heavy glass doors of the 24 hour gym he and his sisters frequented. He had many questions in life and why in Mila's blessed name the doors to the gym were five times heavier than any other door in the world was among the top six. Easily.
With the practiced, efficient movements of someone who has done the same thing for years, Gray shoved all his stuff in a locker and made a beeline for the open stretching area. If he didn't stretch and ended up pulling something Tilde would mock him for the foreseeable future. He was still kinda zombiefied from a long day of staring at truck manuals so he went through the motions of his usual stretches on autopilot, staring blankly into the wall mirrors and feeling the warm burn of muscles waking up. His workout-self stared blankly back, olive hoodie with the arms torn off and matching headband warping strangely in the probably ancient glass.
Finally satisfied that his muscles wouldn't stage some kind of revolt if subjugated to more strenuous exercise, Gray took a long swig from his water bottle and shuffled his half-asleep body over to the various machines. Kind of staring at them for a while he selected one that seemed like he wouldn't fall off and die and clambered on to start working on his upper back. Surely a strong upper back was what potential partners looked for in a man. Some nice strong back muscles were perfect for flirting, absolutely.
He looked in the mirror and waggled his own eyebrow at himself. Ah yes, he would be an absolute specimen. Just you wait and see.