Moroi Court | Friday Evening
Dimitri had been in the gymnasium for nearly an hour prior to the time he'd agreed to meet Rose there, going through his own workout. It didn't matter how good she claimed she felt, there was no way he was going to join her in their old workout routine while she still had stitches from a gunshot wound to the chest.
Of course, Dimitri was intelligent enough to know that if had he rejected Rose's idea to train she would have simply gone to the gym on her own, so there he was, ready to intervene should she attempt to insist on something stupid.
...and since this was Rose there was a good chance of that. Pausing as he pulled his chin over the bar, Dimitri checked the clock. He'd need to stop soon lest she catch him working out without her.
[Clearly NFB for distance and intended for the dark-haired shrimp who has no shrimp.]
Of course, Dimitri was intelligent enough to know that if had he rejected Rose's idea to train she would have simply gone to the gym on her own, so there he was, ready to intervene should she attempt to insist on something stupid.
...and since this was Rose there was a good chance of that. Pausing as he pulled his chin over the bar, Dimitri checked the clock. He'd need to stop soon lest she catch him working out without her.
[Clearly NFB for distance and intended for the dark-haired shrimp who has no shrimp.]