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[youdaman]

Who: Max, and open! Multiple threads encouraged!
What: Stress. Relieving. Ya'll are starting to drive her bat shit.
Where: The Gym.
Warnings: None, I don't think.

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[namorofthesea]

Namor had gone to the gym to work out, as he'd rather enjoyed it the other day and found it to be excellent for relieving stress, when he saw a woman doing much the same. Standing there, he watched her, taking note of her apparent strength and technique. Though it was hard to tell, as anyone could successfully handle a punching bag, she struck him as the sort to be a fierce warrior. He approved.

[youdaman]

Max took a beat for some deep breathing to regain her physical standing before drilling the bag a few more times and moving away to stretch her limbs and wipe some of the sweat off of her brow.

[namorofthesea]

"Greetings. I must ask, do you do as well against a live body?" The Atlantean took a step forward, more solidly into her view.

[youdaman]

"Hey there," Max held up a hand. "I do fine- but I gotta admit I haven't in a while. Not a whole lot of ass kicking to be done aside from mischievous demons."

[painhumbles]

Nacho-Scrabble-Wrestlefights with occasional Die Hard thrown in aside, Gabriel did occasionally leave the comforts of... Various people's cabins to venture out into the real world.

He was not stalking Max to the gym. In fact, that little playfight with Shawn got his stupid archangel adrenaline all worked up and now he had more energy than he had things to do with it. The fact that there was a Max in the gym was just an added bonus.

He stood in the doorway and leaned casually on the doorframe before letting out a low whistle and a slight rrow sound. "You show that thing, tiger."

[youdaman]

Max turned around and stopped the bag with her palm while straightening out her hair with the other. "What are you doing here? Didn't think the divine needed to bench press." Yes, that's a smirk in her voice.

[painhumbles]

Gabriel shrugged and stepped further inside. "We don't, but that's because we don't wanna hurt anyone's feeling. Kinda stings when the short, chubby guy can bench press an entire Volkswagon. The real question is why are you hitting that thing like it called you fat?"

And no, he does not sound at all protective. In fact, he sounds perfectly casual. The problem with being in love and being possessive and denying all of that is that the girl in question does not get in on the fun.

[youdaman]

Max just rolled her head on her shoulders and shook out her arms. "I just needed a work out," she lied. Of course there was more to it but she didn't wanna get into that. Max stretched a leg out behind her. "So, if you don't work out. Mind telling me why you're here?"