He came in on a Saturday afternoon in lieu of heading to his regular gym, curious about the girl with the horns. She was vaguely familiar once he saw her, but she would be if she had any power at all. People like the two of them tended to end up in the same places eventually. Still, he didn't know her know her, so there was little he could add to his greeting beyond a pleasant nod as he claimed a mat and stood at its center.
His muscular shoulders and arms were at odds with his otherwise nerdy demeanor, and he held himself—tucked in and hunched—like he didn't know what he was doing here. It all added up to someone who didn't have the first idea how to structure an exercise regimen and only got away with what he did because he was young. Chester was a person who chose to ponder his existence while mindlessly lifting things where someone else might take long drives or a hot shower.
"Good afternoon." He deliberately straightened up. "I'm here to become... stretchier, I suppose."
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