Who: Tseng
fingersloophole and OPEN
When: Now (post ageskip)
Where: Abandoned lot, take your pick
Format: Prose
What: Tseng tests his new(old) body and tries to lure people close with snackfoods. his mun thought he needed to branch out
Warnings: Not that I can think of
His body remembered. Apparently he hadn't slacked off in the years he had suddenly gained. He moved into one position easily and through to the next without hesitation. Every morning, he went through the same routine of katas.
Well, not every morning. Sometimes it was the middle of the night. Sometimes it was afternoon. Sometimes he excused himself from an evening watch. But once in every twenty-four hour span, Tseng had ten minutes to move through his workout routine.
He had to think it wasn't too bad for a man of his age. Better than he expected, with his scars. Accomplished, he resumed a neutral position and looked around the area he'd cleared. It was an abandoned lot, surrounded by buildings but on a seemingly dead street. Not the ideal location, but he'd learned better than to complain.
Satisfied, allowing a tiny smile onto his lips, he started the stretches to cool down. He'd brought a rather large thermos of coffee, and some muffins; he didn't want them ruined by muscle cramps on his part.
He'd let them more toward the street, on a flat piece of rubble that would serve as a table. Just missing a box over it and a string to make it fall down, he thought with an amused snort.