After a couple more minutes, Flambae slows to a stop, stepping off and stretching his legs.
βIβm going to shower. Donβt fucking follow me there too.β
He mutters as he walks off, grabs his bag, and leaves the gym.
He laughs wholeheartedly. Only Flambae would react so aggressively to his own logic. In a way it was refreshing.. the other never walked on eggshells around him, he always spoke his mind. Robert fell into a comfortable silence.
βShut the fuck up.β
Heβs a superhero, of course heβs going to be better at such things. Although, Chad constantly trying to show off and compete with the human isnβt going to help Robertβs self esteem.
Rolling his eyes once more, but staying quiet this time. He turns up the speed a little more, grinning sinisterly. Even if he couldnβt hear them, he can certainly feel the physical strain Robert is experiencing.
He reaches over and turns the speed on Robertβs treadmill down +
βYou literally just spoke to me.β
Show-off⦠Of course he had to pick the treadmill right next to him too. At least the music was loud enough to cover his embarrassingly heavy breaths. Damn, he was really out of shape.
βFor someone who doesnβt want to talk to me, you sure are attached to my hip.β
Robert doesnβt take the bait. Flambae is very obviously in much better shape than he is. He could run, but not like a human fireball could. Sleeves are rolled up as he continues to jog.
They make brief eye contact, but fortunately it doesnβt seem to set Chad off like one would expect. He watches him make his way to the treadmill, narrowing his eyes as he sets the bar on the rack. He sits up, grabbing his towel and wiping the bench.
He wanders over to the +
In reality, he only turns once to see what Flambae had moved onto; his gaze lingers a moment too long for someone who had such annoyance towards the other.
Robert moves on to the treadmill, setting it at a leisurely pace.
He wordlessly flips him off before heading over to the bench and starting to put plates onto the bar. He lies down, grabbing onto the bar and beginning to do bench presses.
He occasionally glances over at Robert, almost like heβs expecting him to be watching.
He scoffs, a knowing look on his face. Itβs not like he hated music, it actually helped him focus.. but knowing Flambae didnβt want to talk to him That Badlyβ¦ ouch.
βNice taste,β he calls over the speaker.
βYouβre such a fucking annoying little bitch.β
He walks over to his bag sitting against the wall, grabbing a speaker and his phone. Suddenly, Thot Squad starts playing LOUDLY.
Brown eyes roll excessively despite not even looking in Flambaeβs direction.
βCanβt handle a little noise? I can be louder if thatβs what you want.β
A much louder groan as he reaches once more.
Chad sets the bar on the rack with a grunt, turning around.
βAre you going to be that loud the entire time?β
Bro canβt even handle hearing Robert breathe.
If he were alone he couldβve enjoyed the silence. But now it felt absolutely crushing. He ponders talking, but decides to remain quiet, save for a deep sigh as he stretches his calves.
βToo fucking bad.β
Chad mutters, not struggling one bit with his deep squats. Does he want to be stared at? Who knows. As long as Robert keeps his mouth shutβ¦
Now that he had returned to his workouts, it felt like an HR violation just staring. Not his fault⦠Robert turns back around to start his own workouts.
βNot even if I beg and plead? What if I die under your watch.β
Plus, heβs using 15lbs hand weights. Heβd be fine. Hopefully.
Glaring daggers.
ββ¦fine. But Iβm not fucking spotting you if you need help.β
He turns, back facing Robert now, and returns to using the squat rack.
βOhh my God. If itβs really that much of an issue, Iβll leave.β
Finally turning to Flambae with his arms across his chest. An annoyed expression.
βIβve been sitting on my ass all day. Surely you can man up and share the SHARED gym.β
βEven if I π₯πͺπ₯ know you were down here, which I didnβt, I donβt see why itβs such an issue to share the gym.β
He hadnβt even bothered looking Flambaeβs way.
βAh, right, βcause I was hit with a laser beam and gained x-ray vision within the pastββ checking his watch, β..ten minutes since I clocked out.β
Sass rooted deep in his tone. He grabs the next size up.
βYou couldnβt have waited until I was fucking done?β
He crosses his arms over his chest, snarling. Heβs not even actively working out at the moment, standing by the squat rack.
βTo work out, same as you.β
Robert sets his gym bag down in favor of two 10lb hand weights; he lifts both, only to set them down and skim the others.