swolemates
The baseball team’s training regimen was painfully basic. Akio would even stretch so far as to call it weak. Maybe it was being the biggest guy on the team, but there was no reason to let his teammates slack off like this! However, every time he brought this up, he was shut down by the babies filling out the rest of the roster. Warugaki. Looked like he’d have to lead by example, starting with lifting. Five hundred kilos to start, working all the way up to eight before leaving the station. Easy-peasy for him, but seemed like the rest of the team didn’t agree with his methods.Â
His routine was interrupted somewhere around the mid six range - he’d lost count - by the hairy girl from the other side of the room. He did actually manage to notice her trying to match him, albeit at lower weights. Was nobody gonna be able to do this? “Not uthally in need of one!” he stated, getting another couple reps in before setting the weights down and bowing his head to his new friend. “I don’t think it’th pothible for me to hurt mythelf like this,” Probably true, with the way his body was built. “But if you want to, I would not refuthe a hand.”
Not usually in need of a spotter, huh? Sounded like the big dude was missin’ out on the fuckin’ camaraderie (or whatever) of workin’ out. Like, either that or he was just another fuckin’ jumped up asshole. Bearing her mouthful of fangs in something between a grin and a grimace, Bea watched the blue fucker drop the weights, wondering what the fuck kinda monster she’d gotten talkin’ to. Mierda, if it was somethin’ weird... she wasn’t fuckin’ with that kinda shit. “No shit, huh? You gotta be on a team, right? Don’t get big ol’ fuckers walkin’ round here for no reason.” She’d heard’a some huge blue dude on some team, for sure. Couldn’t exactly not hear about a lump that fuckin’ big.
“Sure, pal, I’ll spot.” The wolf took half a step back, tongue lolling absently as she read the numbers on the weights. “Shit, that all you’re liftin’? Gotta push yourself, dude! That’s what spottin’s about, right? I’m not here for the fuckin’ two man bench press.” Beatriz rubbed her hands together before bending to lift the weights, the fur along her arms darkening as she let a little more wolf out. “Yeah, dude, you can definitely lift more than this! Don’t be a fuckin’ lazyass.” With a grunted laugh, the werewolf hefted the weights before setting them down and turning to look for the next set of weight plates - she wasn’t waitin’ for Mr Blue to give the nod.
