۶Post-Prep
[For once there seems to be an actual exercise room in the DR, nothing at all like the empty sparring rooms that Kandas tend to find. But one with actual gym equipment, weight lifting machines and treadmills, rowing machines and random weights.
You won't find a yoga mat in here.
There's the quiet sounds of violin music playing one can barely hear over the quiet clanging of weights resting briefly against other weights. An older looking Lavi is in there with a shoulder press, pulling it down behind his head with a rather pained look on his face. He's been in there a while that his hair and shirt are soaked with sweat and every so often he pauses and checks the clock.]
[For once there seems to be an actual exercise room in the DR, nothing at all like the empty sparring rooms that Kandas tend to find. But one with actual gym equipment, weight lifting machines and treadmills, rowing machines and random weights.
You won't find a yoga mat in here.
There's the quiet sounds of violin music playing one can barely hear over the quiet clanging of weights resting briefly against other weights. An older looking Lavi is in there with a shoulder press, pulling it down behind his head with a rather pained look on his face. He's been in there a while that his hair and shirt are soaked with sweat and every so often he pauses and checks the clock.]
You won't find a yoga mat in here.
There's the quiet sounds of violin music playing one can barely hear over the quiet clanging of weights resting briefly against other weights. An older looking Lavi is in there with a shoulder press, pulling it down behind his head with a rather pained look on his face. He's been in there a while that his hair and shirt are soaked with sweat and every so often he pauses and checks the clock.]
[For once there seems to be an actual exercise room in the DR, nothing at all like the empty sparring rooms that Kandas tend to find. But one with actual gym equipment, weight lifting machines and treadmills, rowing machines and random weights.
You won't find a yoga mat in here.
There's the quiet sounds of violin music playing one can barely hear over the quiet clanging of weights resting briefly against other weights. An older looking Lavi is in there with a shoulder press, pulling it down behind his head with a rather pained look on his face. He's been in there a while that his hair and shirt are soaked with sweat and every so often he pauses and checks the clock.]