Colby Rhodes (rhodestravelled) wrote in theinvincibles, @ 2015-07-02 06:52:00 |
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Entry tags: | !log, colby rhodes, grant mitchell |
WHO: Colby Rhodes [MUSTANG] & Grant Mitchell [TANK]
WHEN: Wednesday, July 1st. Afternoon post Red Team's patrol.
WHERE: The Gym.
WHAT: Colby and Grant work out together and discuss current events.
WARNINGS: None.
Grunting as he worked through another leg curl, Colby kept a running tally and let his thoughts drift away as he listened to the rhythmic sound of the weights rising and falling. It probably didn't help his image much; Six feet and five inches of muscle prone to saying the weirdest things at the wrong time, but he always found solace in working out when things got to be a little too much to process. And the past few days had been rough. An APEX sighting. A mission gone wrong. Stonewall. He knew he'd dealt with it all, processed it, but he couldn't help but think of his father. And the way everyone kept talking about the DMS lying to them, he had to wonder if what had happened back then-- Shaking his head as though that would banish the thought, Colby grit his teeth and powered through. Two hundred sixty. Two hundred sixty-one. Two hundred sixty-two. There was a strange pall over the entire facility today. One of their own, Stonewall had been KIA. Reactions ranged from sadness to skepticism. Personally, Grant Mitchell thought it was a damn shame. It was a tragedy to lose a member of the community like that. It could be any one of them to go down. Grant was working through it, distracting himself by pushing himself even harder in his daily tasks. Having finished up his split workout for the day, Grant couldn't help but watch the speedy man who seemed to be on a parallel track to him. "You could save yourself some time and just push more weight, man." Colby shook his head quickly, "More reps, less weight. Keeps me toned." He put in another few curls and then laughed, "Besides, saving time isn't really an issue for me, remember?" Making it to three hundred, he decided to stop and take a breather, reaching for his towel to dab the sweat from his forehead. "Don't really think you have an issue keeping yourself toned..." Grant trailed off. Having a super-speedy metabolism really helped with that. Not that the strong guy was jealous of that at all. "You need me to spot you for a bit? I know I'm not--" Colby mimed an exaggerated flex and growled playfully, "But I can hold my own." Tank shook his head. "I'm done lifting for now. Might do some cardio but...eh." Grant wasn't a big fan of cardio. It was more of a necessary evil. Maybe if he had some podcast episodes he could zone out to he'd be more into it. He really didn't want to let his mind wander about what happened with Stonewall. "I'll leave the running around in circles to you." "Funny." Colby chuckled, pushing up off the machine he'd been using and stopping to wipe it down. Grant got touchy about that kind of thing, after all. Sparing a glance around the empty weight room when he was done, he shrugged, "I thought this place would be packed. With what happened, that people would want to-- Well, y'know, it keeps your mind busy." Not wanting to dwell on that too much, he shrugged again and then grinned at Grant, "Well, it keeps my mind busy, at least. Which you've got to admit is pretty damn impressive." "Sure is." It could be exhausting keeping up with Colby. The man could be literally (and figuratively) miles away in moments. Grant used the towel around his neck to wipe some sweat from his brow. He was a bit of a mess after the tough workout. "You gonna do a few couple thousand more reps or should we just get the gel girl to move this along and make your legs actual jello." "Jello?" Colby scoffed and feigned a look of mock outrage. Then, before Grant could even track it, he moved across the room and did a few quick circles of the man at superspeed, whipping up a sudden gust of wind to ruffle and bother him. Satisfied that he'd left him a mess-- well, more of a mess, he came to a stop at Grant's side, beaming proudly. "Did that feel like jello?" Even though that wasn't the first time Colby did that, it didn't stop Grant from getting shocked by the sudden mini-wind tunnel all around him. If he didn't have the strength to plant him on his feet he might have tipped over. "No." Grant chuckled at Colby once he regained his composure. "But I do feel like you need a shower." "You're one to talk, man," Colby laughed with a shake of his head. Then, almost as quickly as he'd circled the other man, he was leaning in to Grant, one hand set on his shoulder as he planted a kiss on the corner of his mouth, brief and teasing. "You're just lucky you're hot when you're all messy." Taking a few steps back, Grant's eyebrows furrowed in annoyance at such a public gesture. "Jesus, man," He hissed, "We talked about this." Colby frowned for a moment, glad that the speed at which he did it hid the way he rolled his eyes, "It's not even like there's anyone around. We're alone." "This is a public place, someone could walk in!" Not to mention that there were cameras around. Who knew what sort of analyst was keeping an eye on those feeds. Grant looked up at Rhodes, catching the other man's gaze to try and keep up his indignation. Colby quickly put up his hands in surrender, "Okay, yeah. I know." They'd had this conversation before, and the speedster knew that rehashing it once again wouldn't get either of them anywhere. Grant had his issues, just like he did. Folding his arms across his chest, he took his time considering just how he should react and wondering if he should try to diffuse the situation. Unfortunately, all of this deep contemplation and thought ran through his head at the same speed everything else did, meaning that it was just a split-second later when he spoke up again, "Netflix at my place tonight?" Right after a workout was quite possibly the worst time to have this conversation. Usually Grant was pretty good about setting boundaries but after a workout he was more prone to unwise decisions. Grabbing Colby by the collar, Grant pulled him close. "How about now," he half-asked-but-mostly-demanded, abruptly letting him go. Colby's lips cocked in a half-cocky, half-playful grin. "Like I said, you're lucky you're hot when you're all messy." Taking a few quick steps back, he grabbed his towel without even looking and made a beeline for the door, "Race you!" "Hn." |