Training Days

[regyttyger]

Kocavs sat in the corner of the weight room, dressed in a graying wife-beater, black shorts, and a pair of tennis shoes. He was taping his hands and watching the various other students and faculty using the equipment. The school day was over and many were on their way out, clearing out the room, just as he liked it. He stood and stretched, then

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[birdsrdevo]

Dan can't help but feel horribly out of place in the weight room, in fact, he's standing out like a sore thumb. He has a gym bag slung over one shoulder and he's futilely trying to dodge the wave of students shuffling out of the room, all the while scanning the place for a machine to start on. After most of the kids file out, Dan is left standing there, head jerking in different directions - not sure where to go. He catches sight of Mr. K, and for a second he feels horribly self conscious. Maybe he shouldn't have worn this particular sweater-vest for his afternoon in the weight room.

[regyttyger]

Kovacs got the bag going, rapping it with his fists in a slow easy exercise, a warm up. He paused a few moments later and leaned down to take his water bottle from his gym pack. He glanced about the room as he righted himself and took a drink. The room was empty save for him and one other person: the young Dan Dreiberg.

Kovacs felt the corner of his lips curl up in a slight smile. He nodded to the boy, noticing how lost he looked. "Afternoon. Good to see you here, Mr. Dreiberg. Out of the library," he teased genially.

He looked the boy over, raising a brow at his attire as he stepped over to him. "Plan to exercise in that?"

[birdsrdevo]

"Uhm, yeah. Figured that I should get some exercise..." He trails off in the realization that despite being rather short... Mr. K is intimidating. Very intimidating. Gathering himself, he finally processes the question and looks down at his vest. "I don't really have anything else. Most of the t-shirts were in the laundry and..." He's just going to stop now, because he's rambling. "Yeah, I guess I do."

His gaze falls to the tape around Walter's fists.

Scratch that. Not very intimidating. Very, very intimidating. It really doesn't help that his friend, who very closely resembles Mr. K, had broken someone's fingers a few days ago.

[regyttyger]

Kovacs frowned softly as he observed the boy. Criminals whose noses he has just broken showed less fear than this young man did.

He turned away for a moment and trudged back to his gym pack. He dug through it and retrieved a white undershirt from it, then dropped his bag and walked back over to Dan. He tossed it to him, forfeiting any argument the boy might have. "Clean, I promise." He forced a small smile, more the action than the sentiment, which was certainly there.

He turned his back to Dan to give him a modicum of privacy, and went back to his speed bag. He gave a few minutes and then turned his gaze to the other occupying the room.

"Should start by stretching. Could pull a muscle or worse if your muscles aren't loosened up," he offered in an attempt to give the boy some friendly direction.

[regyttyger]

Kovacs nodded, tossing a look back at him. "Yes. Should start. Slowly. Work your way up."

He stepped to the middle of the room again, sizing Dan up, looking him up and down. He didn't look particularly out of shape.

Dan was taller than he was, broad shouldered. A completely different weight class than Kovacs altogether, without a doubt, but still doable.

"Never fought before?"

[birdsrdevo]

"No, not really... fighting isn't my thing." He scuffs his shoe against the floor as Walter scrutinizes him.

[regyttyger]

"Why do you want training then?" Kovacs asked, bringing his eyes to Dan's again.

[birdsrdevo]

"Just in case..? If anyone tries to hurt me, or something." He tries his best to sound ~nonchalant~