Who: John and Fanny When: Week 6, Saturday morning Where: Fanny's apartment, Jannati What: Fanny returns after reuniting with Jack, John rediscovers an old rage. Rating: High for words and certain discussions. Status: Closed and in - progress.
John more often than not shared Fanny's bed; however, when she was gone, or when he needed to work out he made his way to his own room which he currently occupied. It was filled with his things, most notably an array of equipment that he used to keep in shape; not that he necessarily needed to, with the demon within him, John's body kept itself in shape for the most part. Still, he pushed himself to limits beyond even his comprehension, in order to assure himself he'd always be in the most peak possible condition possible. Yes, even demons could keep themselves ahead of the game.
Currently he was gripping handles above him, pulling himself up so that the bar touched the back of his neck, his eyes focused forward as he went back and forth, up and down, not halting as he counted inwardly. Sweats and shirtless, sweat built up on his torso suggesting a long night of this activity; he had no intention of stopping. The shop was closed up and he was more than capable of hearing anyone approaching it from this position. He even had the window open for better listening.
Muscles ached, he'd been at this for hours, with weights hanging from his feet as he moved. As he did so, he looked up at the clock and furrowed his brows with a frown. Fanny had been gone for quite some time; he figured she was perhaps busy with friends, or maybe shopping for another slave for other activities. He didn't really know what she did in her free time, it wasn't his place to know; granted, she treated him more like a live-in boyfriend than a slave, he still knew that if she chose to do something without telling him, that was her prerogative and not his business. Though, he'd argue that he worried for her, especially with knowledge of Jack back in town, as she'd mentioned earlier.
Dropping from the bar, letting the weights go, John reached for his towel to wipe off the sweat, his dog tags jingling as he wiped past them, then moved towards the living area to see if maybe he'd missed her coming home.