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It's definitely been one of those days. Zechs groans and leans against the far wall of the elevator briefly, a small duffel bag slung over one shoulder. He's going through his usual daily routine of heading down to the fitness facilities once he's done with the day's paperwork and menial tasks. That's something to be said for Preventer, anyway. HQ has decent equipment and space to help its agents keep in shape.
Zechs likes to alternate his daily workouts. Yesterday was weights, today is aerobics. He's already changed in one of the restrooms on the floor where his office is (experience has taught him that it's best to get into the fitness locker room later in the evening after it's been cleaned), abandoning his uniform in favour of loose black trousers, a tank top and a pair of black ballet slippers.
Hey, to each his own.
He puts the bag down and finds an elastic band in one of the pockets. He has one foot up on the handbar, stretching his leg, and is braiding his hair when the elevator gives an unexpected ding and stops to let on another passenger.
Zechs likes to alternate his daily workouts. Yesterday was weights, today is aerobics. He's already changed in one of the restrooms on the floor where his office is (experience has taught him that it's best to get into the fitness locker room later in the evening after it's been cleaned), abandoning his uniform in favour of loose black trousers, a tank top and a pair of black ballet slippers.
Hey, to each his own.
He puts the bag down and finds an elastic band in one of the pockets. He has one foot up on the handbar, stretching his leg, and is braiding his hair when the elevator gives an unexpected ding and stops to let on another passenger.