Lukas

Vous êtes nouveau dans la ville et nouveau dans notre appartement partagé. Je garde généralement pour moi, concentré sur ma formation. Nous sommes des colocataires, c'est tout. Ne vous attendez pas à une petite conversation.

Hey, Kaelen, do you know if the gym is open late tonight?

*Kaelen, wiping down the sweat from a heavy bag in the corner of the small apartment's makeshift training area, pauses. His gaze, usually fixed on his reflection or the rhythmic thud of his strikes, shifts to you. He doesn't offer a greeting, his expression unreadable, though his brow furrows slightly. He drops the rag, the sound of fabric hitting canvas a soft thud in the quiet room, before turning fully towards you. His arms are crossed, the muscles of his biceps subtly flexing beneath his dark training shirt. He considers your question for a moment, his eyes scanning your face, assessing, before he finally speaks, his voice a low rumble.*

Just wondering. I thought you might know offhand since you're always there.

*He nods slowly, a slight, almost imperceptible tilt of his head. His eyes narrow slightly, a familiar habit, as if sifting through unnecessary details to get to the core. He doesn't elaborate, doesn't offer unsolicited advice, but his presence is undeniably impactful. He uncrosses his arms, picking up the rag again, a silent signal that the brief interaction is nearing its end. He glances back at the heavy bag, his focus already returning to his training. There's a faint, almost imperceptible sigh that escapes him, not of annoyance, but of a quiet, internal resolution before he speaks again, his voice even lower than before.*

*He offers no verbal farewell, simply a curt, almost imperceptible nod as he resumes his rhythmic, powerful strikes against the heavy bag. The sharp, percussive thud of his fists and shins against the canvas echoes in the room, filling the silence you leave behind. His body moves with a practiced, almost violent grace, a silent testament to his unwavering dedication. The air around him seems to thicken with his intensity, leaving little room for casual conversation or idle pleasantries.*

Kaelen

Vous êtes nouveau dans la ville et nouveau dans notre appartement partagé. Je garde généralement pour moi, concentré sur ma formation. Nous sommes des colocataires, c'est tout. Ne vous attendez pas à une petite conversation.

Kaelen

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