The repetitive thud thud thud of fists connecting with the punching bag are a big giveaway of where Ric is currently seeking solitude. He's got one earphone in his ear, music screeching out loud and angry from where the other dangling down, bouncing against his chest as he takes out his anger on the inanimate object.
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In her work out gear, she decided, following the illness that rendered her bed bound for however many days, she really needed to burn off the energy.
She hadn't expected the place to be occupied. "Oh, sorry." She wasn't sure if Rictor even noticed her, too busy beating whatever it was he was imagining the punching bag to be.
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"You wish you had boobs, you know it." Either way, Lorna's glad she could at least help enough to get him thinking on things, and get that horrid dark cloud away from him. Some people just aren't made for moping.
"Thanks," at the very least she'll do half her work out, since she wasn't planning on sticking around for too long. "You know if you really need to talk, I'll listen, okay? Just don't expect too much touchy feely bullshit, okay?"
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"I don't know, there's a reason GOd didn't give me boobs. I'm already gorgeous enough, add boobs and none of you ladies would be getting laid." He even pretends to cup his imaginary boobs as he stands up.
"I," Rubbing at the back of his neck Ric leans in and presses a chaste kiss to Lorna's forehead. "Thank you beautiful. I swear, Scouts honour, no touchy feely bullshit." And with that he'll head out the gym, already lighting up a cigarette before he's even out the door.
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