fandomtownies | Atlas Gym, Friday Afternoon

You know, Atton had gone into yesterday extremely cranky and annoyed with the world, and he'd come out of it - pun not intended - having squared a few things with himself about sex pollen weeks past and present. And while the itch had definitely started to set in again, well, it was at least manageable for the moment.

Manageable by stuff like exercise.

The stupid thing was that he didn't really need to do this anymore, Atton reflected as he walked into the usual space for lightsaber training at Atlas. He'd told the Jedi where to stick it and he had no intention of going back, let alone running around abandoned caverns fighting stuff and doing flippy things, and... and yet, he was realizing, he was going to miss the running around doing flippy things and waving sticks around.

It felt good. It was also probably, maybe, a more rational explanation for why he didn't actually feel like he was 40 years old, physically. And you know what? He liked that part. If he could choose to do stupid things for stupid reasons, he could choose to do good things for good reasons. Yeah.

So... he set up. Without the lightsabers this time. Took off his jacket and his shoes. Rolled his shoulders.

And started his flippy-jumpy-punchy Jedi training routine.

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