Atlas Gym, Thursday Late Morning

[firstofitskind]

Liam had woken with a restless sort of energy today. His usual morning routine of gossiping with Verity's mice, going for a run, and returning to her apartment with breakfast had failed to burn much of it off.

So, eventually, he made his way to the gym and the practice mats, running through Tai Chi forms as a way to try and channel that energy in to something productive.

It was kind of working.