The Gym, Tuesday evening
Bruce was getting annoyed. He figured the extra energy and twitchiness was just an unexpected reaction to attempting a normal relationship. And he appreciated all of that yesterday. But then it was still there when he woke up this morning after a very good, ahem, workout last night. His morning run didn't help him get rid of those feelings. Neither did Parkour Club. Any attempts at meditation were quickly interrupted by the kind of thoughts that made it tough to remain at peace.
His last resort for the day was to get in the gym and pick on a punching bag that had never done anything to him and quite frankly didn't deserve the treatment Bruce was going to give it. He was going to punch it a lot until he really wore himself out. Poor punching bag.
[OOC: Open gym!]
His last resort for the day was to get in the gym and pick on a punching bag that had never done anything to him and quite frankly didn't deserve the treatment Bruce was going to give it. He was going to punch it a lot until he really wore himself out. Poor punching bag.
[OOC: Open gym!]