After a couple more minutes, Flambae slows to a stop, stepping off and stretching his legs.
โIโm going to shower. Donโt fucking follow me there too.โ
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.
โShut the fuck up.โ
Heโs a superhero, of course heโs going to be better at such things. Although, Chad constantly trying to show off and compete with the human isnโt going to help Robertโs self esteem.
As the treadmill slows, he feels equal parts grateful and humiliated. Seeing Flambae run on much higher speeds without even breaking a sweat made it worse. He exceeded in all of the ways Robert fell short. Damn.
โThought you.. werenโt gonna help me?โ
Rolling his eyes once more, but staying quiet this time. He turns up the speed a little more, grinning sinisterly. Even if he couldnโt hear them, he can certainly feel the physical strain Robert is experiencing.
He reaches over and turns the speed on Robertโs treadmill down +
โYou literally just spoke to me.โ
Show-offโฆ 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.
โFor someone who doesnโt want to talk to me, you sure are attached to my hip.โ
Robert doesnโt 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 doesnโt 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 heโs expecting him to be watching.
He scoffs, a knowing look on his face. Itโs not like he hated music, it actually helped him focus.. but knowing Flambae didnโt want to talk to him That Badlyโฆ ouch.
โNice taste,โ he calls over the speaker.
โYouโre such a fucking annoying little bitch.โ
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 Flambaeโs direction.
โCanโt handle a little noise? I can be louder if thatโs what you want.โ
A much louder groan as he reaches once more.
Chad sets the bar on the rack with a grunt, turning around.
โAre you going to be that loud the entire time?โ
Bro canโt even handle hearing Robert breathe.
If he were alone he couldโve 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.
โBlazer would put you through the ringer if she found out.โ
He knew she would, whether either of them liked it or not. Robert stops his actions suddenly.. realizing he hadnโt done warm-ups.
Weights put aside, he sits on a mat, one leg out and the other tucked in.
โToo fucking bad.โ
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 shutโฆ