Apr 29, 2007 22:43
He was almost happy he had stumbled upon the room. Even if he was in what he assumed to be a different time all together and a different place, it was still relaxing to take out built up aggression on a punching bag. Not to mention the general frustration. Upon finding the room the youth and memorized it's location, though he wasn't sure if it would even be there when he came back, knowing the house. He had only found it a few days ago and, lucky that it hadn't changed location, had been using it since.
Heero had reverted back to the old spandex shorts and green shirt he had arrived in, at least when he was there. It was an odd feeling to have the clothes on now, seeing how he had been dressing somewhat normal. They felt..old to him. Like they didn't quite fit correctly anymore.
Right hook. Left hook. Right hook. Right hook. His knuckles were starting to get sore behind the medical tape he wrapped around them. Though, he probably wouldn't stop till he saw blood seeping through. Not that he didn't already have calluses from the previous visits to the gym. No, he was able to tolerate the slight pain that came with every punch while his muscles became more sore with each hook. Oh well, the price to pay to keep boredom at bay.