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| The Devil Goes Down to Georgia; Gambit and Cannonball get real. | |
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| Topic Started: November 22, 2015, 9:27 am (109 Views) | |
| Jesse | November 22, 2015, 9:27 am Post #1 |
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Character: Gambit Date: March 31st Time: 1:00pmish Place: Utopia Gymnasium Remy didn't like to exercise. There were people who really got into it. All 'feel the burn' and 'no pain, no gain'. Fuck that noise. Exercise was something a fellow had to do not to get all lumpy, and given how Remy liked to drink, lumpiness was a concern. So, he did things he didn't like. He ran without being chased, lifted weights that weren't pint glasses, and did push-ups without a partner underneath him. It sucked, but that was the price one paid to remain fuckable. Being able to move and fight was a plus too, he supposed. It was strange how many mutants were attractive. With certain notable exceptions, most mutants he'd run across were at least sevens, and that's pretty damn good. Hell, even that creepy little devil guy had a certain charm if you could get past the teeth, the hands, and the feet. The fur wasn't that big a deal. Remy had briefly hooked up with a Sikh girl once who'd never shaved a day in her life. It was sort of hot the way her leg hairs would tickle him. Weirdly, he hadn't been with many hairy dudes. He'd always been the more hirsute partner in those pairings. If it weren't for those fucked up flipper hands, he might have given Kurt a go, but... flipper hands. Grah. These were the sort of idle thoughts that flitted through Remy's mind as he laid on the weight bench, pressing weights without a spotter. Sure, you aren't supposed to lift weights without a spotter, but fuck the rules. Besides, Remy exercised without drawing on his powers. If his arms started giving out, he could just get all red-eyed, and it'd be fine. Plus, he wasn't the sort of guy who lifted super heavy weights just to prove his dick hadn't shrunk from steroids. He was all about the reps, so used moderate weights he could actually work with. Yup, working out was a necessary evil. Sort of like Remy himself. Tags: Cannonball |
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