Atlas Gym; Tuesday [07/09].

[sword_chocobro]

There was a debate going on at the gym that day, between some of the employees, about whether or not fishing was a sport. Because, technically, it was classified as one, but did it really belong in that classification, or was it just a hobby that was called a sport so that the people who did it could feel cooler and more justified in it.

And, naturally, as soon as they spotted Gladio, they turned to him, because, hey, he was a fisherman, right? He did fishing, sometimes! Where did he stand, on fishing as a sport?

"No where near saying a single damn word about it," he informed them, holding up his hands in surrender. "I'm not touching that with the world's longest fishing pole."

His relationship with fishing was complicated enough already without adding that sort of discourse to it.

Nor was he really going to comment on the raccoons gathered around a gripping competition with one of those fishing games and treading it like it was a big sports event, so maybe that was what inspired the whole discussion all along.

Atlas is open!

Comments

[somethingwithturquoise]

With last night's drinking and this morning's ice cream, Summer was absolutely taking it easy today, with some lighter weights and a relatively slow pace on an elliptical.

Still looked cute af, though, trust.

[mylandmyrules]

Nell was here and looking pretty cheerful after yesterday's exploits.

[stykera]

Stark, in a much more relaxed state than he had been in recent days, gave Gladio a cheerful hello when he walked in.

Other people got a very appreciative glance. Of course.