✿三十八
[A nice, bright Saturday. Unfortunately, Hong Kong's mood hasn't exactly been fitting of the weather lately, although it has been improved by the return of his sisters. But he's still looking for distractions. What better way than vanity as usual.]
[A. Another oh so important question for you , Mayfield. Phone call: ]
So like, my friend wants to know something. What's the best way to get more built in the shortest amount of time with like, mininum effort and without winding up looking like those gross freaks who do Mr.Universe. [. . .] I mean, he's not fat or anything and he is toned and this annoying piglet that he knows says that he only has a one pack, when it's totally a two pack...
But he'd like to be more like Bruce Lee, y'know. More muscled. Should he just eat loads of raw eggs or something?
[B. Later on, having decided that yes exercises actually probably is neccessary and in need of a cheering up distraction, you'll find him at the rec center, in the pool. Swimming is actually something he's brilliant at, historically being an island that virtually depended on what the sea could provide. And so he's actually quite willingly swimming lengths up and down the width of the pool, barely coming up for air in the process.
Eventually though, he'll take a break and lean on the side. Bother y/y?]
[C. Having recently gotten all his of vast array of clothes and disgusting capitalist accessories back, 767 Bunker Street is in a bit of a state. Namely, clothes everywhere. Dior sunglasses, Armani suits etc, you name it. They're everywhere. He's even had to store some of it in the garage on top of the Rolls Royce, which anyone passing by can see because he's left the door open... He's managed to buy an extra wardrobe, which he's also keeping in here and is attempting to stuff a huge pile of clothes into it. However, it's not really going to plan.
Be nosey and come too close and you're likely about to be buried in a designer clothes avalanche. Sorry about that.]
[A. Another oh so important question for you , Mayfield. Phone call: ]
So like, my friend wants to know something. What's the best way to get more built in the shortest amount of time with like, mininum effort and without winding up looking like those gross freaks who do Mr.Universe. [. . .] I mean, he's not fat or anything and he is toned and this annoying piglet that he knows says that he only has a one pack, when it's totally a two pack...
But he'd like to be more like Bruce Lee, y'know. More muscled. Should he just eat loads of raw eggs or something?
[B. Later on, having decided that yes exercises actually probably is neccessary and in need of a cheering up distraction, you'll find him at the rec center, in the pool. Swimming is actually something he's brilliant at, historically being an island that virtually depended on what the sea could provide. And so he's actually quite willingly swimming lengths up and down the width of the pool, barely coming up for air in the process.
Eventually though, he'll take a break and lean on the side. Bother y/y?]
[C. Having recently gotten all his of vast array of clothes and disgusting capitalist accessories back, 767 Bunker Street is in a bit of a state. Namely, clothes everywhere. Dior sunglasses, Armani suits etc, you name it. They're everywhere. He's even had to store some of it in the garage on top of the Rolls Royce, which anyone passing by can see because he's left the door open... He's managed to buy an extra wardrobe, which he's also keeping in here and is attempting to stuff a huge pile of clothes into it. However, it's not really going to plan.
Be nosey and come too close and you're likely about to be buried in a designer clothes avalanche. Sorry about that.]