[Manabu bristles, gobsmacked. before he can choke out some kind of reply...
the apartment is quiet again.]
...
[Grey... his stomach does a flip as he touches his face. Manabu sighs, sitting there for a beat, stewing in his mix of familiar and unfamiliar feelings, tail thumping lightly behind him. his chest feels tight.
I still can't do enough... it's frustrating! I want to help him...and figure all of this out!
among other things. (i want to kiss you more! Grey!) such things wander in and out of mind as he sets to stretching and doing a few light exercises until his frustration and impatience bid him work a little harder - all with eyes squeezed shut against the threat of nausea when a pushup or squat makes his head swim from looking about too fast. but if he can't do anything else, at least this...
exercise feels good. how long had it been since he last could? strapped to that damn bed, the table...it just makes him want to work harder! at least until he remembers to stop and have something to drink and sit for a bit. but not before going at it again! this is the part he can do - he has to.
and so that's the state Grey can walk back in on: Manabu, sweaty and red, midway through a rep of pushups, half-drunk glass of water on the floor nearby, in boxers and a loose tank, halting mid-up when he heard the lock click, leaving him to stare owlishly with his breath held because his muscles are screaming.]
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[Manabu bristles, gobsmacked. before he can choke out some kind of reply...
the apartment is quiet again.]
...
[Grey... his stomach does a flip as he touches his face. Manabu sighs, sitting there for a beat, stewing in his mix of familiar and unfamiliar feelings, tail thumping lightly behind him. his chest feels tight.
I still can't do enough... it's frustrating! I want to help him...and figure all of this out!
among other things.
(i want to kiss you more! Grey!)such things wander in and out of mind as he sets to stretching and doing a few light exercises until his frustration and impatience bid him work a little harder - all with eyes squeezed shut against the threat of nausea when a pushup or squat makes his head swim from looking about too fast. but if he can't do anything else, at least this...exercise feels good. how long had it been since he last could? strapped to that damn bed, the table...it just makes him want to work harder! at least until he remembers to stop and have something to drink and sit for a bit. but not before going at it again! this is the part he can do - he has to.
and so that's the state Grey can walk back in on: Manabu, sweaty and red, midway through a rep of pushups, half-drunk glass of water on the floor nearby, in boxers and a loose tank, halting mid-up when he heard the lock click, leaving him to stare owlishly with his breath held because his muscles are screaming.]
Uoh-- [he slumps back down with a puff.] H-hey!