Appointments Post ( I )

[generalflirt]

This post here is for personal conversations which should happen but one or both of us doesn't want to put up a new post/log and thus we will just thread it out here. This can be used to thread with Masaomi anytime and anywhere. This can either be in person (with action), or via the journal's call feature (voice and/or written).

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[generalflirt]

Whaaa.... oh. [His hand is on the handle to the door, but he nods. He opens the door. Inside... well before they step in it's going to look just like a gym. Track, wight room, all that equipment. It's only after they step in it'll look... well, feel different] ...Okay. You should be able to handle it.

[tsuntrader]

[He steps in. Murkrow flies in after him. Murkrow feels the difference, but is unbothered. He carries Silver, okay. He's got this.

Silver, on the other hand, definitely notices the extra weight. Masaomi really trains in this? ...Huh...]

[generalflirt]

[...Wow, Silver reacts that little? He remembers Aoba, who had trouble breathing in this because of the difference the gravity made to the air. Not to mention your lungs. He steps carefully - there's actually a way you have to walk like this so as to not put too much pressure on your joints. He shuts the door after them and rolls off his shirt]

First up would normally be a run... but you okay with that?

[tsuntrader]

[Running in this? He exchanges a glance with Murkrow before looking at Masaomi and nodding. He... He can handle the weight. Whether or not he can run, on the other hand...]

I can handle it.

[generalflirt]

Ooookay! [Masaomi does not jump around nearly as much in this weight. But he does lurch ahead and lightly jog to the track. There, he exhales before...

Well it's far from a spring, but it's a fairly rapid jog pace he starts around the track. It's a careful jog though, the movements are subtly different than how you would do this with less weight.

[tsuntrader]

[And Silver runs-

...Walks. He walks after him and works his way up to jogging. It's not the weight that gets him. It's his inability to properly balance the extra weight. If there was something on his back, he'd shift his weight to accommodate. Same for carrying or dragging something. Without that, it's difficult to figure out how to effectively move.

The whole "it's a more physically taxing to move with twice his weight" part is definitely there too, but he can handle that. ...Mostly. ...It's easier than carrying Masaomi up a mountain.]

[generalflirt]

It's pretty neat thing, this, right? [In between some deep breaths. He's going slower than he usually would to keep more pace with Silver. Not that Silver is slow by any means, but he is way more used to this]

[tsuntrader]

...It's definitely getting more out of your time. [You know, beyond the whole wow, this is a lot more physically straining. Feraligatr probably couldn't stand on two legs in this. Jeez...]

[generalflirt]

Hahahah, that's the plan! An hour and a half or so in here, an hour and a half or so of working with Linda in a pokemon fight!

[Yes, he's fond of this]

[tsuntrader]

[Nod. Sounds legit, man. Someone else might be a little unsure about it, but that someone is definitely not Silver.]

[generalflirt]

Well, try to keep up! [And they jogged. He's going for a kilometer and a half's lap to start here]

[tsuntrader]

[Yeah, yeah, okay. As they continue, he'll gradually pick up the pace until he really can keep up. ...Mostly.]

[generalflirt]

[And once it's done (he's relying on an internal measurement clock to do this by the way) he stops and exhales, collecting himself to give himself time to breathe] Phew. Okay. Stretches now.

[tsuntrader]

[What was that about stretches? He's a little busy sitting the fuck down and catching his breath.

God, fuck stretches.]

[generalflirt]

[It's okay, Masaomi's sitting too... and going to make a reaching stretch. Yep. Toe touching]

[tsuntrader]

[How about breathing? Breathing sounds nice. Yeah, just breathing. To hell with stretches.

Murkrow, on the other hand, puffs his chest out and takes a bow. Fuck yeah.]

[generalflirt]

[You know Masaomi is very pleased that he seems to be less tired than Silver. It makes him feel pretty accomplished, actually. But beyond a light smile he's really not going to press it]

[tsuntrader]

[What are you smiling about, Masaomi. Stop that.

...Oh, whatever. He's caught his breath again, so-] So when's the next lap?

[generalflirt]

After some stretching and then a bit of free weights.

[tsuntrader]

[...Wh-] Weights?

[generalflirt]

...You do know what those are, right?

[tsuntrader]

Yeah, but- You actually use those things?

[generalflirt]

Yes...? [Why wouldn't you? It increases arm and leg and everything strength]

[tsuntrader]

[Because they're strange and foreign objects that he's never had the money or time to touch in his life. His thing is jumping around and being a trainer, man.]

[generalflirt]

Yoooou could skip them if you want? [He's doing a side stretch now. Unf unf] But after this I'll do some light weights, another lap, then some high intensity reps, then some sit ups and maybe push ups, then I'll actually bench - which I know is super pointless, but it makes me feel better. Sometimes I throw in some pull ups if I'm feeling good, maybe a few variation things like skipping - but that's totally dangerous at this weight.