[ location: the lucky cat fitness centre. ]
“you know, a lotta folks usually avoid this fuckin’ place after christmas. ain’t got no clue why, maybe they’re savin’ up the calorie-burnin’ till after the new year’s feast.” it wasn’t anything uncommon for the boxing instructor to pluck a chatter or two amidst rows of these gym-goers — it could be an irritating diversion, but after her recent lurch with her health and prolonged absence, there was a part of her that wanted to attempt worming back into her other establishment as well as its regulars. secluding herself with the stacks of dossiers and case requests could get a little lonesome and tedious, not to mention she could also use the opportunity to continue getting back in shape. drapped in her casual, loose tee, she stuffed her palms in her pockets as she navigated around — one person in particular catching her interest. “you doin’ alright? couldn’t help but notice you seemed to struggle a bit with this thing,” she poked one of the eliptical trainers; frankly, she wouldn’t be surprised if one of the machines turned out to be slightly rusty after her time away. “need any help?”
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