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Post by Kimura Kyōryoku on Sept 24, 2017 13:21:56 GMT
The business sector of Shinjuku was home to quite a few gyms, as was the expectation. Businessmen and women who sat down for about eight to twelve hours a day were going to get tired and need something to do. This was what they did, they hit the gym, maybe not to get stronger but to keep their body moving. Better than just sitting all day, molding yourself into the chair in your office while you look over a glowing computer screen. Some people would say that was easy, but it really wasn't, who could just stay in one place all day? Even worse was for those who worked themselves to the bone to ensure a good life for their family, working until exhaustion day after day.
Maybe that way why working out was such a popular alternative to just sitting and eating at your lunch break. Sitting all day must get so boring, but it wasn't a thought that the young man would dwell on. For a good period of his life, he sat down by himself, getting very little done and hating himself for it. That's why he was here, same reason as last week, same exact plans as last week. Kimura was going to work himself to the bone, but his goals were far more self-centered rather than trying to bring financial stability to his clan. Not like they'd done bad for themselves, hadn't heard anyone in his gang gripe about money issues.
So, here he was, in one of those fancy gyms located right around the corner from the business sector. All these great amenities included in it too-- you name it, they most likely got it. Sauna, tanning bed, smoothie bar, masseuse, so much bullshit that didn't have anything to do with working out at all. When it came right down to it, having a good routine was far more important than having a bunch of extra services added to your gym. That's why he had a basic membership, still pricey, but not nearly as bad as some of those deluxe packages. Kept him from getting distracted too, Kimura would've definitely followed some of these beautiful ladies around if he was able to go where they were headed.
Not like he wouldn't manage to still get his workout done, it'd just be extra time he spent there. Generally, the young man was there for an hour, unless it was the weekend, like today. Today he was just going to be there for about two hours, if not more. Every day had it's own focus, whether it be chest or abdominal or legs, but today was different. Today was one of those days where he told himself he was just gonna fuck himself up with as much as he could do. Right now, was the warm up-- running on a treadmill at a rather quick pace to get his heart rate up and get his body moving. It'd been about twenty minutes now and he was getting ready to slow down to change for other options.
Taking a moment to get off the machine, take a swig from his bottle and stretch, he'd start to make his rounds. Hardest thing to do at the gym was to pick what to do first, assuming there wasn't a bench open and available. Didn't matter what machines he used, not as if he liked many of them to begin with. Too much control felt like he wasn't pushing himself to his limits, that's where the enjoyment of free weights came for him. Thankfully, looked like the racks weren't too crowded today, walking right on over and picking up a set of dumbbells. With forty pounds in each hand, a steady walk over to one of these nicely padded benches, the socialite took a seat and got to work.
What had been driving him to pick up such rigorous workouts again, was it really an attempt to recapture his peak or something more. With each slow repetition of a bicep curl, the past few weeks popped into his mind. It'd only been two weeks, but it felt like much longer to him, but there were things he noticed. Even though he was still in his youth, having lost his focus had been detrimental to just who he was. Couldn't move as fast, couldn't hit as hard, only because he sat around for a year feeling sorry for himself and others. Even though he knew how important this was to his mental health to begin with, he stopped bothering to do it. Was it all in vain if he couldn't become strong enough to protect those around him?
His name was Kimura, not Heracles, but for some reason he felt the need to chase that mythic dream. It'd only been two weeks, but the attempt to capture such an illustrious tale with his own body was plain to see. Went straight into the heat of battle and punched that smug prick right in his fucking face. Something about his knuckles landing with his face, whether through skill or luck, was just so cathartic. Throughout replaying this memory in his head, he'd already gone from simple curls to cross-shoulder extensions, almost finishing up the reps on both arms. Not like he was doing as many with this exercise as he had with the bicep and wrist curl, seeing as he was using a heavier volume than one would expect with this movement.
Placing the dumbbell behind his head to start out his triceps extensions, what else had plagued his mind about these past weeks. He started off going back to meeting people and being social by doing his job, but it became more from there. Having to deal with a bioemergence that night wasn't preferable, but it reminded him just what he was missing out on. The young man wasn't just rusty in the boxing ring, but also in training his digimon to respond properly. Not much fighting they'd done side by side, at least not much where they relied on each other anymore. It was tense right now to say the least, having a partner that won't tell you what they were thinking.
His arms felt like they were on fire, getting off the bench to place back the weights he took earlier. Another simple set of stretches, pushing his elbow down behind his head as his forearm dangled slightly. Arm across his chest to fully soothe out his now over-worked muscles. They would repair slowly, wiping down the bench he'd just sweat all over, as was proper etiquette. For now, he'd shift to legs and abdomen as his arms rested, getting back to free weights later to round out his chest. To be honest, only reason he did legs was because they were next to the abdominal machines anyway, only using about two machines to help strengthen them.
Since we're still being honest, Kimura hated the idea of doing leg press with a passion. One of the worst things about a gym was people judging your routine, many having brought up why he just didn't put much effort into getting stronger calves and hamstrings. Explaining that you weren't trying to build mass there never deterred them anyway, still trying to get you to buy into it. He's a boxer, not a body builder, really not much to misunderstand there. Some people just had their own head up their ass-- like Samara. Jeez, where did that come from? He may have not liked her, but it wasn't as though he hated her, maybe just needed to get that little bit of resentment out of him.
Not like he hadn't known what resentment felt like, probably resented himself the most this entire time. Of course, there was this commitment to change that mindset, one that was doing well so far. He couldn't just let this swallow him up, bad for his mentality, his health, and mostly his persona. Why did he bother to put up the act? Was all this money, drugs, and women necessary to make him happy? The short answer, as always, was yes. Never did he contemplate the long answer, because for right now, he was enjoying life. There was so much ahead of him to do, better to just have fun right now, right?
It's not like he didn't have the skills to make it, loved talking to people, loved making friends. Although, sometimes these came with ulterior motives, not like he was really hiding these. You had to be an idiot to take the fact that he bluntly stated what he wanted to really mean what he said. You don't offer to share what you have without expecting something in return for it later. Then there were those people who were a special kind of stupid to get mad they weren't being given preferential treatment. You gotta give a reason to want to be pleased, asshole, people don't just do as you say because you have a basic ability to ask for it.
A few more weighted crunches on the machine, then it was off to the cables to continue to push it more. There was very little difference in doing this, but it helped create a more efficient routine regardless. He aimed for the lower abdomen first and then targeted his upper abdomen by using the cables to pull more weight down instead of up. It was odd to explain how this worked, Kimura wasn't even sure half the time, just did it because it felt right. Not like he was doing much of anything anyway, the abdomen was a pretty thin sheet of muscles in comparison to arms and chest. Still hurt like a motherfucker once he was done, which was really just the main aim.
Some people viewed exercise as some kind of punishment, but being sore and in pain was its own kind of fun. Reminded you that achievement wasn't an easy thing to produce, you had to work to get what you wanted. Right now, Kimura wanted to do chest to get this burning sensation off his body, but he had to get a few more done. Keep pushing, keep going at it, even if it ripped itself, you have to keep going for it. At the end, he let it drop, a slight slip up on his part, but one that didn't damage anything. Standing up after all that, he stretched again, really feeling it deep inside his body. His breathes were becoming deeper, as if he was starting to slowly come to terms that his body was reaching its limits.
Fuck that, keep going, there was still more places he could amp up and hit harder. His arms didn't feel as dead as before, so it would be fine to just lay down and let them support his chest as his legs and abdomen rested. Sweat pouring from his forehead was a bit bothersome now, starting to come down his saturated eyebrows and slowly seep into his eyes. Stung like a bitch, but it wouldn't be helped if he didn't wipe it off somehow. Having not brought a towel today was a dumb idea, instead opting to use his already soaked shirt to try and clear it up. That's when he took a gander at how his progress was going, probably the first time he decided to take a real look at it.
Kimura wasn't the most muscular person there, not by far, but his sleek figure had started to indent into itself. Some people referred to these as cuts, which were most apparent around his obliques and abdomen for right now. The sides of his body started to look much leaner, skin hugging to the muscles fibers more now, the top of his abdominal muscles peaking through the slight belly fat. He wasn't exactly losing weight, just transitioning from looking skinny to looking strong. Making decent headwind in these past weeks, but it wasn't as though the muscular fortitude wasn't there to begin with.
Enough admiring, it was back to work, trying to find yet another suitable bench to get back to work. Taking another swig of water, it was time to do some chest presses, probably one of his favorite exercises. Took a while to set up though, usually warming up with an empty bar to gauge just how his muscles felt before starting. A slight bit of pull back from his arms, but nothing to worry about for right now. Setting himself up under the bar as he'd placed the plates on it prior, he'd take it from its suspended position and start to bring it down towards him and right back up. Slow, rhythmic breathes, controlled motions, take your time. All thoughts to ease the process as he started on the next work out.
Kimura's statistics have changed. . .
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Post by Tsubaki Momo on Sept 24, 2017 15:33:18 GMT
She had started exercising regularly when she was little more than a child. Her mother had oversaw her routine, forcing her to partake in a certain diet whilst ensuring that her daughter's body remained properly shaped. They had a personal gym within the confines of their lovely home - the equipment wiped cleaned and properly maintained by their servants on a regular basis. Tsubaki loathed the moments spent - during the earlier hours, always the earlier hours - running at a pre-determined pace upon a treadmill or hefting around a solid weight that left her weary and tired and sore. But it was a ritual she now willingly partook in so to keep herself healthy. Tsubaki was proud of how she appeared, and had little intention of allowing for excess slimness or excess weight ruin it. It was evening - the sky taking on a familiar coloring of pale blue. There was a noticeable chill in the air, but the gym she currently occupied was a comfortable temperature. The establishment was somewhat worn with age, but it was clean and properly managed. Staff were pleasant and always present, subservient to the needs of their customers as they ensured that everything was running properly. " I'd like to renew my membership," she said. The young man behind the polished front desk smiled broadly before requesting her information, his manicured nails tapping almost rhythmically against the keyboard. As he went about accessing her account and requesting her card information, Tsubaki took in her immediate surroundings. This gym could be described as open - with few rooms to segregate the populace. Everything was neatly aligned and polished, yet it appeared as though the building was mostly emptied. The woman would glance at the time, her brows lightly furrowed in question. There were several hours left until the building officially closed its doors for the night - which was odd - typically it was bustling here. " I see it isn't terribly busy tonight." The younger male's smile remained in place, lessening only slightly. "It fluctuates - the amount of folk comin' and goin', I mean." " I suppose," she responded, blandly. " Is that all you need?" "Yes, ma'am! You'll be absolutely solid for several more months." " Thank you." She pulled away from the desk, maintaining a casual pace as she stepped further into the building. Her first destination would be the changing rooms, her sporting attire nestled within the confines of the tote bag she carried. The changing area was also mostly cleared of warm bodies, few individuals wandering about. Tsubaki would locate a locker, change into the appropriate attire, retrieve her fluffy towel, and quickly stuff her civilian clothing and personal possessions into the flimsy vault. her black shorts, tennis shoes and crimson sports bra served as her choice of wear for that evening - the clothing worn proudly as she willingly exposed her flat belly and toned form to the wandering eye. The woman took to the section containing a plethora of weights, deciding to focus upon her arms and midsection on this night. There was a younger male present, his focused pinned on the weight that he pressed up and down. His muscles flexed visibly and his breathing was well-maintained as he worked on strengthening his build. Tsubaki's gaze would linger on him for a moment before she distanced herself appropriately, placed her neatly folded towel at her feet, and situated herself on the smooth and rubbery ground so to begin her daily stretches. The woman's movements were distinctively catlike as she prepped her muscles for her routine. Quiet little hums and murmurs slipped past her lips with each little crack she felt that originated from her stiff form. This would all be eventually followed by a relieved sigh, her expression growing lax. |
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Post by Kimura Kyōryoku on Sept 24, 2017 18:42:04 GMT
It wasn't uncommon to garner a variety of passing glances, as long as it didn't become anything more. Nothing more disgusting than having someone stare you down at the gym for whatever reason. Probably worse for women as guys tended to fill the area in far more numbers than they did. Nothing wrong with a girl training with weights, but for some reason most people didn't know how to talk to each other. So, they stared, as if to wait for them to introduce themselves over such charming behavior. Only for a moment did the young man feels someones eyes on him, although not looking to find who it was.
Maybe it was his imagination, given that there weren't quite that many people at the gym. Made his workouts far simpler and faster, didn't have to wait for some idiot hogging the benches or machines. That was the worst, waiting for some dumbass to get off while he sat there, playing with his fucking phone. Even worse if they brought their friend and just sat there and shot the shit-- really fucking inconvenient for everyone else. Thankfully, that wasn't what was going on tonight, getting in his weight training in a timely fashion. Probably gave him enough time to do a little bit more or find another activity to partake in.
Finishing up his last set, Kimura put down the bar and sat up, spreading his arms to fully spread out his chest. A slight twist from side to side came after, giving him a better view of the rest of the gym. There it was, the person who mostly likely set their eyes on him, an older beauty that looked more than fit. Only took him about two glances before he knew how he wanted to end tonight, although there were more than enough problems. For one thing, older women were quite snotty, especially older fit women. It was understandable for them to want better at that point in their life, they've seen their options and knew how to pick and choose the right ones.
Another problem that could've happened was she could've been married, which would only complicate things if he managed to be a bit more than friendly. Which was just what he did, there were very few times that Kimura was ever just someones friend. Getting back to his feet, he'd removed the weighted plates on the bar and set them in their original place. She was still getting ready at this time, causing the young man to take his time as he wiped down the bench for the last time tonight. There weren't many plans to continue pushing himself, but that didn't mean he was going to leave the gym right away. No reason to ruin this opportunity by thinking the risks outweigh the possibilities.
There were no weights placed in front of her, but the guess was that she planned on using some, defined by how she stretched. Taking a couple of easy steps towards her, the young man remained calm with a coy smile on his face. It was easy for him to just speak, the music was low enough to be heard and she didn't have any earphones obstructing his voice, "Excuse me, miss, I was just wondering if you'd like some help working out." A sincere gesture, handed to her respectfully. Of course, it wasn't one that seemed necessary, it was more than obvious to all that this was not her first time here. Maybe something would tell her to let him join her routine, whatever it might consist of. He definitely looked knowledgeable on this topic, glistening in sweat, his forearms defined by its visible veins. |
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Post by Tsubaki Momo on Sept 24, 2017 20:13:06 GMT
The very moment she had detected the male's nearness was the moment that she had a verbal dismissal readied just for him. It wasn't unusual for her to be approached in this particular setting - both women and men testing their luck as they hoped to attract her attentions in a positive way. She usually dashed their hopes, rudely grinding away at it with cleverly worded replies that often caused their expressions to grow flat and their brows to furrow with such displeasure. Tsubaki actually took pleasure in observing their changing expressions, concealing the delight she felt as they slunk away with their metaphorical tails between their legs. And it appeared as though she would be entertained yet again - how nice. She looked up once he spoke, her gaze sweeping across him in an analytical way. Tsubaki was gauging his physique - his age - his facial features - and even the way his hair was messily fashioned. What she observed was typical for someone as young at himself, so she took a moment to concentrate on his eyes. There was a bright spirit present within them, and this surprised her somewhat. Those orbs that belonged solely to him and him alone were sharp, focused and possessed a yellowed tint that was comparable to hers. His face was distinctively handsome and his tone rich, just the right amount of confidence and laxness present. He was attempting to sway her in a casual way - and nothing appeared forced or awkward. The female paused, her neatly groomed eyebrows raising themselves as she failed to locate a weakness. The dismissal would die upon her tongue. 'I see,' she thought. 'This one is different.' " I suppose," she responded. " It wouldn't hurt to have someone to help, I mean." A smile finally slipped onto her face, revealing that she had made the decision to partake in his company. He could possibly make for pleasant company during the duration of her stay, at least. Her only worry was that he would go about bumbling the remainder of their interaction. But he appeared intelligent enough to avoid spewing anything that could be considered unpleasant to the female. " These stretches are to be done alone," she said. She transitioned smoothly from one position to another, smile fading into nothingness as her face formed a look of concentration. " You may standby or continue your routine until I'm done." Tsubaki spoke in a confident manner, addressing him as she would a servant below her station. But her willingness to allow him to maintain a certain level of closeness was to be appreciated - for an invitation was rarely ever given by herself. |
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Post by Kimura Kyōryoku on Sept 24, 2017 20:59:17 GMT
There they were now, awaiting for the next words to be said, telling him whether he was permitted to be there or dismissed. She took her time checking him out, that was for certain, going from top to bottom right back to the top. This woman was taking her time looking him over, her decision vital to just how he'd spend his time tonight. They locked eyes for a moment, knowing his coal-black hair only accentuated their shine. Just as he thought, she wanted the best, although she began to appear conflicted in whether or not that's what was offered. Her words presented her pedigree nicely, chosen well and dictated with a hint of discipline.
Upon first hearing them, the way she spoke was cold and harsh, as if to imply that he was beneath her. One of the very few things Kimura could tolerate is others telling him he was their lesser. It wasn't outright spoken though, so he'd hold himself to the idea that this was her natural behavior. It wasn't quite obvious to him that she came from a higher class, hard to figure when there wasn't anything to directly point it out to him. Could've just been a straight bitch and he'd be none the wiser, but they've already initiated their encounter. All he was told to do was wait for her, stating bluntly that she didn't need his help to stretch. At least not for these types of stretches, there was more than enough stretching that the young man could've assisted with.
The smile she put on to tell him he was 'welcome' had quickly disappeared from her face. She was making herself hard to read, most likely her intention to keep him at bay. There were probably many admirers who made their presence known, whether it be by simple hello's or more intricate compliments. It wasn't yet time for him to try his hand at doing something brash like that, he had to wait until she softened up around him. This was the mind game she chose to play, keep him there until he made himself worth her time, as much as he didn't like to think it. For once, the socialite wasn't in control of this situation, having to give it up to this older woman.
Here he was, getting ready to be at her beck and call, pulling one of the benches closer to her so he may sit comfortably. It was either wait or get back to what he was doing, which was nothing. He wasn't about to allow himself to succumb to boredom in her presence, otherwise he would appear boring as well. They'd yet to do simple introductions, definitely worth his time to know the name of the lady he'd be putting all his attention on tonight. "I'm Kimura Kyoryōku, by the way. What lovely name may I call you by?" A bit above the simple question of 'what is your name', but it allowed for her to choose how he would regard her for this evening. Most likely what she wanted, given her persona of being a woman of class.
While this continued, he could think of a million ways to make himself useful, but nothing was asked of him yet. Sitting here, there was no opportunity to prove his companionship was desirable. Thinking it over again, the young man shook it off, there was nothing to prove. His worth wasn't about to be determined by how some woman treated him. Something about this was ironic, as if a role reversal was taking place, unable to be equipped properly for this situation. Had this been the way others viewed his attention, attempting to gain his affection through small tasks? Hopefully not, there wasn't an intention to cause this sort of feeling, maybe she didn't plan on doing so herself. |
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Post by Tsubaki Momo on Sept 25, 2017 0:22:35 GMT
She felt his gaze settle upon her lithe form as he situated himself upon a hastily re-positioned bench. Tsubaki took notice to how comfortable he was as he settled within her presence, his smile hinting toward his ease. The woman would shoot him the occasional glance as she neared completion of her stretches, her curiosity apparent. He was young - likely at the cusp of achieving the title of 'adult'. Yet she couldn't be certain of his exact age, her guesses leading her to hypothesize he had recently reached his eighteenth year. The woman would ask at a later time, focusing instead on her current physical task. Tsubaki felt herself grow loose, her muscles flexed and readied for the strain they would soon endure. "You may address me as Miss Tsubaki," she said. The woman resettled herself onto her feet with a little grunt. She would then shift her gaze toward the youth, pausing briefly as she considered her usual routine and how to have him partake in it. His appearance had not been expected, leaving her somewhat blank as a result. "I rarely require assistance," she admitted. "So I legitimately have no idea of how to implement you into my exercise ritual." The woman remained honest, unwilling to simply stare and contemplate as he looked at her in an expectant manner. She would tilt her head lightly, features slightly pinched as she sought out a solution. "You come here frequently, I imagine. And you have a good shape," she continued. Her golden gaze took in the sight of his muscular form, appreciating it openly. It was likely some primal instinct which caused her to find such assets to be appealing on a male or female. It showcased their willingness to remain healthy and active, after all. And such things required discipline at the end of the day. "How about you guide me along for tonight? Is that acceptable? Mister... Kyoryōku, was it?" |
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Post by Kimura Kyōryoku on Sept 25, 2017 4:21:28 GMT
There was no reason to feel any pressure from her, they were still just strangers for the time being. Until he received her name, then they'd be simple acquaintances. Not that one should put so much value on acquaintanceship, as such he had little to lose if she changed her mind. Finally, his question was answered, not only with a name but also a title to present with it. That was the expectation, she wasn't going to treat him like a peer-- not now and maybe not ever. That's fine, this is who she was, never did Kimura meet a person to change how they were.
"Nice to meet you, Miss Tsubaki," responding cordially, there was nothing else left to do. Just let her finish and see to what she needed, which couldn't have been much. It took another few minutes before she was over, looking to him and waiting to say something. Whatever it was had given him a bit of anxiety, but he didn't allow himself to wear it on his face. Just remain pleasant with that nice smile you have, it always worked. This was no exception, she gave him a few simple details, like the fact that she didn't need his help. He already knew that, assuming as much when he asked such a dumb question to begin with. This only opened his mind to the idea that if he wasn't necessary, why did she allow him to stay?
The answer was obvious, she did want to have some company, or at least some worthy company. Who knew who she spent her days with, Kimura simply being a prospect to those ranks right now. Although maybe not the most acceptable prospect, but she would learn that much later if she decided he could continue to stick around like this. Exactly what would that lead to exactly, the young man hadn't fully thought out his plans as to why he wanted to get to know this person. His original plans were thrown into chaos, she'd shown him a single card but not her whole hand. Not only did it make this harder, but that card also described that his intentions wouldn't be easily reciprocated.
That's when she started talking to him again, while he was deep in thought and not thinking about just what she said. Something about being here more than just today and how his figure had developed. That much was obvious, but he chose to turn his blunder of surprise into something more. "I'm sorry, I wasn't quite paying attention. I was just thinking about the fact that I've been here so many times and not really paid attention to whoever else goes here, yet on the day that it's mostly empty, I manage to meet the most beautiful woman," These words were not practiced nor forced, they simply slipped out of his mouth as a part of his natural momentum. Each word carefully placed in front of the other in the hopes of not running directly into a brick wall and stopping short.
Gathering his thoughts about what was originally said, he'd respond properly after the compliment, as if little were said of the situation. Like she needed affirmation of her own stunning gorgeousness. "I definitely have been going here since the start of my teenage years, thought it would be a smart investment when I started boxing. Sadly, I haven't gone in a while so my figure isn't as good as it was at it's peak. I think I could make it back there before the winter though, aiming to get my six-pack back, mostly," Yet another casual set of words that would describe just who he was to her. That's what mature women wanted to hear, right, that you had career prospects and the chance to make it big some day. Showed you had ambition and passion in your life, right?
Was he trying to impress her or was he just being himself? Both melded together to create the image he presented to her, knowing just how to use his tone to look as genuine as possible. Quite the skill, one that Kimura practiced nearly every day by dealing with common drug users and friends alike. While they waited there to continue her work out, she finally picked an idea that would appeal to the both of them. He could give her just a little bit of criticism, mostly peppered in along with the standard praise that she most likely received daily. Her self-esteem was more than high enough to expect guys like him to be checking her out, she didn't need him telling her what to do. The thoughts that played out in his head had little talking going on, something a little more intimate playing out.
Nodding his head, the coy smile started to become a light smirk on his head, "That sounds like the best way to do this." She was using his given name like they knew each other-- how odd. She didn't give him the honor of learning hers yet immediately used his when he was polite enough to hand it to her. Although a personal pet peeve he held dearly, he'd allow her to use it until he could bargain to ask that she didn't. "Is there anything I can get you before we start? some water, dumbbells, the barbell, this bench?" The question was easily inquisitive to the nature of just what she did for her routine. The young man had his ideas of what it was, but until further notice, he couldn't act. |
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Post by Tsubaki Momo on Sept 25, 2017 4:50:32 GMT
The older woman would eye him, her expression worryingly blank. After several brief moments of consideration, she responded to his compliment with a smile of approval. Her glossy lips would curve as her smoldering gaze gleamed with clear amusement. The female was now very certain that he had approached due to her gender and her appearance - intending to either harmlessly flirt or couple with her if granted the opportunity to do so. Tsubaki did not mind this. She admired the youth for his boldness, once again deeming such a rare quality as attractive and deserving of recognition.
"I'll make do for now," she responded.
She would raise her hand, moving to gently run her fingers along the sharp contours of his jaw. The woman would commit such an action without hesitance, openly admiring the features that Kimura boasted. Warmth would saturated the words that followed, a certain something entering her gaze.
"You're a handsome boy, aren't you?"
The woman chuckled quietly to herself, the sound slightly raspy yet pleasant.
"It makes me wonder how old you are," she said. "I can only hope you're not barely out of the cradle - or are you?"
Her brow would arch as she patiently awaited a honest response. The woman had certain standards, after all. Once she entered her thirties she had developed a certain level of 'pickiness' when it came to the potential partners she took on. She would pull her hand away, the woman taking a moment to remember his name in full. It was very rare that she ever bothered - titles were a personal weakness for the woman. Tsubaki cared so little for most that she had not developed the habit of remembering something so inconsequential.
"How shall I address you?" She asked.
'Perhaps 'boy'?' she thought, stifling a little snort. 'I fear I'll scare him away, then.'
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Post by Kimura Kyōryoku on Sept 25, 2017 12:03:38 GMT
Taking a chance like this didn't always issue a reward, hard to say it would do so now. Her face had gone without a reaction as he spoke, usually a worrying sign. Thankfully, the young man wouldn't panic, it could only make things worse for him to show such a response. Instead, he would let the air grow thick with tension, watching her face closely. Thankfully, the woman's features curled into a more satisfying configuration, her eyes fully set on him. Now, all he had to see was what she said next, whether she would let these advances continue to push him down softly.
Few words were spoken as she neared him, instead they were only inches apart. His head slowly rose to keep pace with her walk as her face was directly above him now. While he'd been paying attention to how she looked at him, her hand was now softly caressing his jawline, fingertips gently gliding along his own skin. This wasn't expected and manage to win over an enthused smile, as though he'd been praised by a stern parent after such a long time of trying. This was different, never was there an expectation in his mind that an occurrence would arise to cause this kind of expression on his face.
Kimura was getting a bit too caught up in what she was doing before hearing her thick tone, yet not one that didn't have its own form of smoothness. Similar to the consistency of honey or marmalade, a bit harder to swallow but sweet nonetheless. "So I've been told," reaffirming her words, the young man was once again comforted by her laugh. It spoke of her affluence, as if she'd been a noblewomen, just like the image of herself she presented. The initially sour experience of gaining her company had sorted itself out, they were becoming friendly with each other. Hard to say whether the task he completed was considered a hardship to others, but she didn't look like the type to let just anyone speak to her.
Being asked of his age presented him with an odd problem-- would she dismiss him on the grounds of being too young? This thought hadn't pervaded in his mind until this exact moment, never having to deal with a woman more experienced in life than himself. At least, not to the degree of this fully grown woman. "I am seventeen, miss. Last year of high school before going to my university of choice," Yet more details to hopefully persuade her into looking at him as more of a man than a child. Being nearly half her age would make it hard to believe he could present himself like that, she was already thinking that she might've been 'cradle-robbing' as they called it.
He came much better out of the cradle than others had admittedly, taller than the average for most Japanese men, features well defined and punctuated with his natural charisma and charm. The only question now was had his age been another factor for dismissal? Would she feel bad courting a man much younger than her, or was she playing along to cause him to feel insecure yet again? Honestly, Kimura couldn't remember a time since his youth that he felt as though he was less than what was anticipated. To him, life was always about putting your best foot forward, like he had in sports, in words, in his choice of music. This situation would not define him, it would simply teach him how most people senior to him viewed him. Had he lived up to the hype he exuded through his walk, his talk, his sheer confidence?
Given she was giving him an option on what he may be called, almost as though they were equals, it may have been working. This wasn't an opportunity he could ruin, having always remained humble about how he was seen by others. "I really only ask for others to give me the basic respect of referring to me by my family name. As long as we're not using my given name until we know each other better, you can call me whatever you want, miss," Yet another cordial, polite response to explain how he felt about earlier. It was less about acting like she was from a higher class, but simply following the basic rules of society. She didn't even have to call him Kimura if she hadn't wanted to, just avoid calling him Kyoryōku. |
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Post by Tsubaki Momo on Sept 25, 2017 15:54:05 GMT
The woman's expression had grown neutral once more as she searched her memory, a singular brow arched in question as she took pause.
"Your name is... oh!"
She released yet another burst of laughter in response to his politely worded plea, covering her mouth with a hand as she cast him a mischievous glance. The woman would calm herself after a moment, a smirk present.
"My apologies. I remembered the order of your name improperly," she said. "I'm terrible when it comes to learning someone's title. I fear I'm growing too old."
He took well to her touch - her examination - of him. The boy offering up a pleased look in response to her less than subtle display of fascination in regards to his appearance.
"Mister Kimura it is, then," she drawled.
Tsubaki made herself grow more relaxed within the youth's presence, her once formal and distant tone being replaced by something far more approachable in comparison. She sported a open look, with her golden gaze twinkling as it continued to settle itself upon the boy. He was polite, and she enjoyed the effort he had put forth so far. Her attention would shift as she took in the sight of the gym, attempting to gauge just how many occupied its space at this particular moment. A few individuals had entered and left, but interior still felt mostly empty tonight. She would glance at the time, realizing that a solid fifteen minutes had been allowed to pass.
'An hour is all I need, and then I'll take my leave,' she decided.
"I suppose we should get started then?"
She crossed her arms, curious to see how he would go about this.
"I hope you've no intention of completely wearing me out," she said. "Not here, at least."
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Post by Kimura Kyōryoku on Sept 25, 2017 17:02:58 GMT
For a moment, there was a certain blankness through their dialogue. As though she was searching back through it to try to remember some plain piece of information she let go unnoticed. Apparently, that was his name, but it wasn't as though she'd forgotten it on purpose. She spoke in a manner that was befitting of her stature, where you address them by title rather than name. Just as she was making him do earlier and would continue to do until they were to become more casually acquainted. It seemed like she was starting to appreciate his friendship, opening up a little more with him.
Just like that laugh, something about it continually drew him in to watching how her lips moved to give way to the amused sounds. Rather than directly accept her apology for how she habitually spoke, Kimura gave a different response, "Your laugh is nice." It was plain, simple, direct. There were very few instances where someone would compliment your laugh and mean it, just like how he decided to use the word nice instead of a million other similar words. It was basic, but it meant a lot to him, unlike how he easily tossed around words like beautiful or pretty. It was much easier to be pretty than it was to be nice, although not many people gave that idea much thought.
Calling him by the way he asked, they both started to feel far more comfortable in each others presence than before. He was already quick to grow on her, surpassing his own idea of how she thought of him. He was right where he wanted to be, in that sweet spot of having her attention without the stigma of possibly running awry with it. Only for a moment did it leave him, to survey if anyone new had came or gone, yet very little changed around them. For most of this time, they acted as if they were the only two there and they may as well have been. Not like they'd caused any ruckus, they were simply more engaged in each other than regular gym patrons.
She'd given him notice that they were starting now, along with some banter that caused a slight smirk to appear on his face. Now they were starting to tease, things were only looking up as they continued to speak. "You don't seem like the type of woman to get tired. Also don't look like the type to stop until they're fully satisfied either," Yet another playful jab in their back and forth, each meaning more than just in regards to a work out. Even with the prospect of guiding her work out, he still had no clue what her routine had been. With no plan, it was hard to continue without getting the materials she needed, like he asked for earlier.
Instead of letting her tell him outright, the young man simply guessed, playing into her level of fitness. She had quite the tone and muscularity, nothing too intense, yet still alluring. "Should I get a dumbbell or kettle bell, miss? Fifteen or twenty pounds?" Basic questions to get started on what exactly she wanted to commit to tonight. Looking at her figure yet again, another question popped into his head regarding where she put her effort on. "Do you squat, miss?" He was a little bit more unsure in asking this, something about the inquiry was simply weird. The socialite was sure she understood, but it was easy for these types of queries to be met with hostility or misunderstanding. |
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Post by Tsubaki Momo on Sept 27, 2017 4:20:40 GMT
His analysis of her was, unsurprisingly, correct. 'Satisfaction' was something she actively sought out on a daily basis. She was actually proving more and more difficult to please as of late due to that intense desire for more.
'Power. Sex. Wealth. Prestige.'
Her status within the organization of Hypnos had offered her the much needed boost she required to achieve such things in a small amount of time. Tsubkai was an admittedly greedy woman - this sin had served as her reason for forming a contract with the mysterious lot - and both her past and present actions reflected this particular aspect of her personality. So in response to such words, her emerging grin took on a devious nature. She would purr out her words, as though she took great pleasure in speaking them.
"We've only just met - and you've managed to read me so well," she said. "Color me impressed, Mister Kimura."
The reply revealed her encouragement of his behavior - something which was rarely given to another by the middle-aged female. It appeared as though the woman had been pleased by his choice of unintentionally thought-provoking words. His inquiries were met with a contemplative look as she considered them for a only a moment before responding.
"Fifteen," she said. "I'm... unpracticed when it comes to weight training. I never truly developed an interest in gaining mass - I more so focus on working to maintain my shape and remain fit."
Missions required a certain level of physical activity - but she was lacking in strength when compared to the vast majority of those whom she considered to be her comrades. Tsubaki was enhanced in the mental department - her own physical potential left mostly untouched. She still considered herself capable, of course, and knowledgeable of offensive and defensive maneuvers due to her past experiences.
"But, yes - I do squat."
She would pause for a moment before speaking, her tone both conversational and curious.
"You mentioned you were in school? Are you enjoying it?"
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Post by Kimura Kyōryoku on Sept 27, 2017 13:03:19 GMT
Their banter had ended when she decided to not tease him back, instead commending him for understanding her. Exactly what he wanted to hear, things would only get easier from here on out. The confidence on his face only became more evident, his smile just a bit more cocky. Now the young man could be himself and see just how well she'd enjoy his natural persona. "Sometimes, you just have to pick up on what a woman likes. Hopefully, I'll manage to keep you impressed. I only intend on keeping you satisfied the whole night," The smirk on his face making the secondary meanings of his words more apparent.
Nodding as she spoke of what she wanted, it was understandable, there hadn't been much reason for her to be bulking up. The way her body was sculpted had been more than desirable. "You're right, the hourglass shape fits you," Another quick compliment before he took a couple steps to get the weights she requested. He hadn't been too far from her, being next to the rack within a minute and returning to her within another. Continuing to listen, the socialite responded to ease, "Alright, good. Not to be rude, but I have to admit that I've been admiring your body quite a bit." It was hard not to with the way she displayed herself, easily taking notice of her plump, round behind.
Still holding the weights, Tsubaki asked of his education, something of general indifference to him. Not like he could say that, didn't want to disappoint her after all. "There's certain things I enjoy, but otherwise I just make sure not to be wasting any of my money on classes I can't complete. The way the metropolitan board of education has set it up gives you a better preparation for university these days. Don't think I'll have many problems picking a school for higher education, I'm aiming mostly for a good pharmaceutical or chemistry program," At a certain point, he was just thinking out loud about his future, having only so much time until he graduated. About six months, actually, although this thought hadn't worried him any.
Shrugging, Kimura removed himself from the conversation of his scholastic achievements, not that there were many to count. He'd chosen to be an athlete first and foremost, just the way he liked to present himself. Shaking it from his mind, the young man was quick to get to the point, "Let's start, shall we?" Rather than simply hand her the dumbbells, he positioned himself behind her, albeit awkwardly. He'd gotten to this point where it was time to take the teasing to a physical degree, extending his arms around her sides and hoping to hand off the weights to her. As she took them, he'd place his fingertips against the back of her palm as she held them up, slowly and gently helping her curl them.
He wasn't trying too hard to help her, not like it was necessary, just to do as she said. Guiding her without too much assistance, making sure to remind her that he was there with her. So, there he was, strong chest against her back and a little bit more down below, looking over her shoulder so they could still talk. "I'm not too close now, am I?" A simple question with a hint of leisure. Kimura hadn't pressed too firmly against her, so maybe he wasn't close enough. Only this woman's opinion would make a difference, whether telling him to back off or come closer. |
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Post by Tsubaki Momo on Sept 30, 2017 17:41:01 GMT
She peered at his facial features in an observant manner, taking in the sight of his recently bolstered confidence with amusement.
"You're not incorrect," she replied.
Tsubaki found his somewhat blunt statements to be refreshing. Far too many concealed their actual want in favor of being polite - but he had managed to reveal his intentions with such openness and a strange sort of grace. He appeared to be a wordsmith in the making despite his youth, wielding a startling amount of charisma in hopes of wrangling her into a bed of some kind. How many, she wondered, had he successfully managed to seduce? Would she serve as yet another notch on his metaphorical belt?
'As long as I benefit from this arrangement,' she thought. 'I see no issue.'
She slid her hand onto the curve of her hip, preening under his attentions as he courageously admitted to taking in her shape. When he informed her of his education, she took a moment to absorb what had been offered. The boy certainly appeared to be taking on the right path for himself - knowledgeable and aware of his options. Tsubaki would merely nod in response despite her desire to learn more, quickly taking notice to that subtle indifferent look.
'Perhaps his true interests lie elsewhere?'
"We shall."
Tsubaki accepted the weights, experimentally lifting it and gauging her muscle's response. It was a tad hefty, but she imagined she would be a bit sore if she persisted on using them. She was partially distracted by his form pressing against hers - noting his superior height and the warmth generated from him. His callous fingertips brushed against her hands, and a pleasant smile would form upon her face as a result to this. As she was guided along, she managed to find a steady rhythm of moving the pair of dumbbells. Small puffs of air would escape her as she exerted effort toward the exercise.
"I'm no flower, Mister Kimura," she said, huffing a bit as she continued. "You've little to concern yourself with when it comes to my personal space."
Her earlier thoughts emerged, and she shot him a playful look over her shoulder.
"With that face I imagine you've managed to wrangle quite a few women," she commented. "You are very good at this little game."
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Post by Kimura Kyōryoku on Oct 1, 2017 5:18:14 GMT
She didn't shrink away from his embrace as many others would. Not many girls were open to this type of contact with a man they'd just met several minutes prior. Was this the kind of attention she wanted? Instead of having someones eyes on you, she had someones body against her, the stimulus being far different. The delicate details of his form was made bare by the feeling of touch, his build becoming easier to recognize as he brought it against her. Soon, Kimura would notice the smile on her face, enjoying his willingness and speed to be right next to her.
The way she spoke continued to give more ideas in his mind about their context. She couldn't just be telling him these things, there had to be more to what she wanted to lead him on about. "Are you not a flower? Both beautiful to look at and with a pleasant fragrance," Teasing her for her original metaphor, the young man easily flipped it towards his advantage. Remarking on his ease of physicality, already in her personal space and not feeling awkward around her body at all. "That doesn't sound like much of a complaint," Yet another sly statement, noting that it wasn't a bother. There was no reason for him to step back, so he stayed against her, making sure she couldn't ignore him.
As they continued to flirt, she tried to figure him out, the way that he was with other women. They were beginning to talk of a more adult conversation, questioning his masculinity. Exactly how many women had he managed to be with by this point? A secret he planned to keep, a gentleman never kisses and tells. No one needed that information but him, more than secure of his own prowess through continued use. "It does help, but I think there's quite a few more contributing factors to that ability," Another reply that was meant to be taken as a boast to his own skills, even if he wasn't as well practiced as this woman.
Amused as she called what they were currently engaged in as a game, this may have not been the first time Kimura had been called a player. "As long as you're having fun playing," His confident stride continued with the smirk on his face that slowly turned to make sure they had good eye contact. The young man knew what the look in her eyes was. Leaning his neck forward a bit, his lips came to her ear, starting to whisper, "But I hope you're up to the game I really want to play. You seem like a more experienced player there, and I'd love to see what you can teach me," These words had been more clear and blunt, even to his ulterior motives.
Without context and tension, one might've been lost to what was happening in this exchange. Both of them were savvy and not exactly competing to see who would come out on top. Instead, she volleyed him easy shots and he served back with explicit intent to being treated as an equal. The socialite wasn't about to fight with her, nothing to gain from attempting to attain dominance here. There were probably more than enough guys who tried that and failed miserably. You could have seen it in her initial reaction before she softened up on him, hoping she'd begin to enjoy his company more and more. |
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