fandomtownies | Atlas Gym; Tuesday [04/23].

Summer had been bitching in her head and in countless chitterings about how Stark was really pushing it by toting her around everywhere so much, emergency supplies on hand or not. But there was one place she was thinking she needed to go this week that would be perfect for changing back anywhere that wasn't the comfort and safety of her own damn apartment, and that was the gym.

Like, can you imagine it? She's just getting her little squirrel pump on when suddenly, she's back to normal, but without any clothes, and she's all, 'oh no, who could have expected this? what will I do?' and then Gladio sweeps in with his shirt already off and being handed over to her as he grins down at her and where did that breeze to push his hair and send sparkles all around that terribly unfair crooked grin of his? And then she's all thanks, I'll try to return it to you soon and he's all don't worry about it, you can keep it, I have a ton more, and, shut up, it was totally the perfect plan!

Well, except for the fact that Gladio, apparently, wasn't in today, because he'd rudely turned into a plant last night, ruining everything!

And Summer was going to just grump back home, but apparently, she found a really cute sweatband in a squirrel size and discovered they actually had squirrel-sized treadmills? And so Sonja hooked her up and Summer figured she wouldn't let being a squirrel get in the way of her workout streak, and you know, if she did turn back, Sonja had a shirt too...

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The only thing ameliorating Atton's increasingly ~~terrified~~ sour mood was that he'd actually made some headway on some songs that morning. The buzz didn't last, though, and the ~~anxiety~~ annoyance came back, and--

And he just needed a breather. Brain empty, body moving, that kind of thing.

So he turned up to the gym with his lightsabers clipped to his belt, doing a little stretch on his way in. Did he sense Summer somewhere around here? Eh, he probably shouldn't ruin her workout... even if he couldn't tell where, exactly, she was.

(You were looking too far up, Rand.)

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Summer did a little bit of a double-take when she took a break to grab a drink from an adorable little squirrel-sized water bottle with the radio stations logo on it (where did she even get that? Don't worry about it) and spotted Atton. Because, look, she was used to a very particular set of people showing up on Tuesdays, and he wasn't one of them. Which meant she was now narrowing her eyes and wondering if the island was trying to pull a Seivarden in the Onsen type of lesson for her by having her change back with him here, but then she remembered he'd already gone way past just seeing her naked before, so, like, total non-issue there.

But then there was the fact that communication was a bit harder, anyway, as a squirrel, although how would the Force help out with that, if at all? She shrugged a little to herself, figuring she didn't need interrupt his workout, either, but she might be taking another break once he got going because she was pretty curious about how he was going to handle those things...

Atton was in the gym quite often, just-- not on Tuesdays, because Tuesdays were usually New York days, and this Tuesday should've really been a New York day if he hadn't completely blown up his own life just now...

Frowning to himself about the Mystery of the Missing-But-Not-Missing Summer, he walked towards the section of the gym they might as well start calling the Skywalker Memorial Corner considering the amount of Jedi who had used it over the years, and got to work.

Gymnastics, first. Then, after he'd gotten himself nice and winded, the lightsabers said snap-hiss. He slid into a modified Ataru stance - he didn't think going to his usual Juyo when he was in this mindset was a good idea - and began to move deliberately.

Summer hadn't meant to just sort of sit and watch Atton through a good deal of his workout, but once he got started, she'd forgotten just how fascinating it could be to watch someone who knew what they were doing with some lightsabers work with them, and there was a little bit of a wistful sigh and a moment of trying to remember who it was who talked to her once about maybe getting on ro something similar for herself some day (hey, it was canon!), because, god, she could totally fuck some shit up with a glowy sword so hard...

Anyway, when he eventually finished, there was a little round of applause from the tiny red squirrel who was thinking she should have had popcorn or something.

"Hm?" Atton peered over his shoulder. "Leroy, is that y--"

Wait.

Wait.

He stared quizzically at the squirrel for about half a second, before-- "Summer?!"

And this is why we always listened to radio, Rand.

Why did everything seem to think she was Leroy? UGH. They didn't even look alike! She was way cuter! Do you think Leroy could pull off a squirrel sweatband this good?? Seriously, people!

So there was a moment of abject horror and disgust on her face for a moment, with a sigh and a shake of her head when Atton came around to the right answer, at least, so she gave a little squirrel smile and a batting of her squirrel eyes before lifting up a paw to give him a wave.

Because Leroy was a weird little stalker who liked to show up out of nowhere, Summer. Space!

Atton raised an eyebrow. "So you're not letting animal transformation get you down, huh."

Summer shrugged a little, very much giving off some 'well, what can you do?' vibes.

Granted, after today, this squirrel thing was going to start feeling very old and her activity was likely to drop dramatically, but for now? She was definitely enjoying and making the most out of the set-up.

"You know, I'd worry about what this means for Wednesdays, but I think I'm okay on skipping out on it this once," Atton admitted.

Atton, just because she was a squirrel didn't mean she couldn't get what she were saying.

"Just be careful around those radio squirrels, all right?"

As tempting as it might be to prove she could be a great bartender even as a squirrel, yeah, no, Summer was leaving that one to Tino.

And she was rolling her eyes and waving a paw dismissively. She'd been fending Leroy off for nearly six years now (how the fuck??), she'd be fiiiiine in that regard, thanks.

Summer was a squirrel and Stark was in need of some gym time. He had a lot of nervous energy to burn off! It had been an odd week so far and showed no signs of getting less odd any time soon.

So after making sure he had a few photos of Summer on her tiny treadmill with her tiny headband he got on to his own treadmill to put in the miles. Hopefully it would help him stop thinking so much.

Atlas Gym; Tuesday [04/23].

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