Burn Those Calories [Jin]
Aug 3, 2012 22:38:37 GMT -8
Post by Leonov on Aug 3, 2012 22:38:37 GMT -8
"Fuck man, you know I love these after-dinner workouts, but why are they always after the biggest damn dinners that we have?" Maximilian groaned, clutching his stomach through his spar outfit - boots, sweatpants, undershirt and sweater. It wasn't so much of a pain for him that he couldn't function, but after bowls of ramen and meat have passed into your stomach, you tend to get pretty damn lazy. The itis, they call it. Grogginess after a nice meal. Bullshit.
Max kept on walking alongside his comrade, Jin. There wasn't much of a history between the two. Max liked the guy. He was easy to get along with, and was definitely the kind of guy that Max would want to relax with. But their current plans were far from relaxing. As they walked, Max twirled a single kunai he usually had attached to his belt in his finger, and they ditched the area behind them for a grassy field, large enough for a small-scale fight - their after-dinner plan.
"You're fucking lucky I like you enough to do this shit," the blonde Genin chided at the friend, an amused grin on his face as he spoke. "Otherwise, I'd be banging babes in dreamland right now." He shook his head, still smiling, as he jumped up and down repetitively, loosening up and getting himself ready for a bit of a friendly competition between two men. They were a good distance from any obstruction; at this point it was fair game.
They were three meters from each other, and Max stopped the jumping before giving his friend a brief look, his eyebrows both raised up in a show of mock disinterest. "You know, you can still give up. The ladies don't call me the 'hotshit hunk' for no reason."
Except they really didn't.