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"๐๐ฅ'๐ค ๐๐๐ฃ๐๐๐๐ฅ, ๐ช๐ ๐ฆ ๐๐ ๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐. ๐'๐ ๐๐ ๐ฅ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ช๐ ๐ฆ, ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ง๐ ๐ช๐ ๐ฆ ๐๐ ๐ ๐๐ ๐๐, ๐๐ฃ๐ฆ๐๐, โ๐๐ฃ๐๐ ๐ค-๐๐๐ค๐ค ๐จ๐ ๐ฃ๐๐."
โ๐๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ข๐จ๐ข๐ช๐ฏ, ๐ธ๐ฆ ๐ง๐ช๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ๐ด๐ฆ๐ญ๐ท๐ฆ๐ด ๐ณ๐ช๐จ๐ฉ๐ต ๐ธ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ธ๐ฆ ๐ด๐ต๐ข๐ณ๐ต๐ฆ๐ฅ.โ Professor Rebecca Chambers Ex-S.T.A.R.S. field medic. Doctor. Advisor. #residentevilrp. A hatchling of #thedragonsnest. Banter and other interactions welcome.
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"Huh? Oh yeah, no, I'm fine." He reassured, silently cursing at himself. He'd seen Jacob and Nick shirtless before, so why was this so challenging? Jacob even had a similar body type to Chris. Then again, it ๐ธ๐ข๐ด Jacob.
He cocked a brow from the look on his face. Why was he so flushed? โYou alright? I know thereโs mild heat here so you can go drink some water and sit somewhere.โ
"It's not something I really talk about around here. I kinda just keep it at home, you know?" He fully faced Chris now, his cheeks still a bit flushed from before.
โNo shit. Iโm glad you read my mind.โ One hundred fifty sit ups was met. He rose his hands up to grab on the bar and return to hanging right side up. Landing on his feet after letting go of the bar.
"After the summer, yeah. Actually, I'm majoring in, ah, quantum physics..." He'd mention, chuckling breathlessly to himself. "I know I don't seem like the type."
โNothing wrong with that. Itโs your choice.โ He briefly looked at his body then returned to sit ups. โYou donโt appear overweight anyway. Shouldnโt school be your focus? College, maybe?โ
"Oh, yeah, cool..." He glanced towards him and then away again. "I, uhh... I like to workout sometimes too. I mean, I'm not much of a gym rat, but you know... for health and... stuff."
โWhenever the day opportune it.โ He said breathily between sit ups. His shirt lose and dangling. Exposing his torso in his position, but itโs not like heโs Isaac Newton.
Awkwardly, he rose a hand up to rub the back of his neck and turned away, his cheeks dusted pink. "So, uh... how often do you come here?" He cleared his throat.
โJesus fucking Christ. . .โ Did Dylan actually say that last statement to a man who even has authority above cops. He shook his head then jumped to grabbed onto the bar. Then rose his legs up to hang on the sturdy bar until he was โ
"What, you don't want to save a damsel in distress?" He grinned, watching Chris. "Not that I'm much of the damsel in distress type. I'm sure I could charm a cop or two."
Dylan had good hearing, but Chris didnโt express the slightest remorse for the words. Now the two was in a spot in the gym where there was more wide open space. He went to one of the pull up bars and looked up to determine the height. โGood. Cause Iโm not getting you out jail for that.โ
"Okay, I'm not ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต clueless, thank you." Dylan shook his head, sighing softly. "I'm pretty sure most people would get an easy restraining order in that case."
โDo I have to make a mention of good timing when that should be common sense?โ He groaned softly then muttered โclueless kidโ. โItโs not like Iโm telling you to tell someone directly a day after meeting โem โ๐๐๐ฎ. ๐๐ค๐ช ๐ก๐ค๐ค๐ ๐๐ค๐ค๐ ๐๐ฃ๐ ๐ ๐ก๐๐ ๐ ๐ฎ๐ค๐ช. ๐พ๐๐ฃ ๐ ๐๐ช๐๐ ๐ฎ๐ค๐ช?โโ
"So you'd like it if that person just walked right up and said, 'Hey, let's go out on a date tonight. Pick you up at eight'? No flirting whatsoever?" He raised a brow, following behind Chris.
โSimple. Cut to the chase. Be honest about your feelings to this person. Ask them out. Itโll show youโre not playing games.โ He turned his back to him and headed to the next area. โOr whatever people your age do these days.โ
"True." He nodded slightly, hesitating a moment before continuing. "...What works for you..? If you don't mind me asking."
Chris simply shrugged then stood up and returned the dumbbells back where they belong. โEveryoneโs unique. What works for one may not work for the other. Smooth talker or not.โ
"He's a bit hard to read sometimes. I'm not so sure he even realizes when I'm making a move." Dylan admitted with a slight grin on his face. "Maybe I'm just not as smooth as I thought."
โYou said it yourself. Shoot your shot. You wouldnโt know how he really feels about you until you try.โ Chris place the dumbbells on the floor. Taking a deep breath as he sat up. โBesides, youโre still young. Even if he rejected you, thereโll be others who may see you differently.โ
"They do say near death experiences bring you closer." Dylan pointed out, looking up in thought. "There is this guy I'm kind of into at camp. He's the brooding loner type. I'm not so sure the feeling's mutual, though."
Fortunately, Chrisโ eyes were more focused on his exercise than Dylanโs covetous stare. He attempted to recall any successions. โHmm. Maybe one during my early thirties. But that was after escaping a near death situation.โ
"I'm sure at least one succeeded, though, right?" Dylan was certainly eyeing the man now. However, he did attempt to avert his gaze when the realization hit that he was staring a little too hard.
โNot really. Most of their flirts pissed me off. Especially the most cliche ones.โ Now those words sounded a little breathy after reaching sixty. Some sweat appear on his shirt.
"Heh, I'm sure I'm not." He chuckled a bit, glancing down. "You probably have a ton of people lining up at your door for a hot date, huh?"
โYou donโt have to be military to stay fit. As for the bear thing, you wouldnโt be the first to call me that.โ His breath was long and steady as he continued lifting the weights. Twenty-five, so far. And he had yet to sweat.
"Have you seen yourself? You're like the human version of a bear." He rose his brows, keeping his gaze on him.
โWhyโs that?โ Though he was focused on the dumbbells he was lifting consecutively, he was listening to the man as well.
"No, but I won't kiss and tell." He leaned back against the wall, arms folded across his chest as he watched Chris. "Military, though? That's cool. Definitely not surprised by that."
Chris sat on the bench once he moved then leaned his back on the surface. Both hands get a firm hold on the metallic dumbbells. โMilitary, yeah. As for the latter? It wouldnโt be much of a secret if I told you, right?โ
"Keep praising me and I might just ease a bit." He teased, shifting to face Chris. "So, what do you do exactly? I mean, you said you're not a cop, but you don't seem like a criminal either. Are you military? Secret agent?"
โStupidity hasnโt stop you from making dumb choices earlier.โ This being his thought when he entered the locker room. After unpacking his gym clothes and changing to the brown shorts and plain white tee, he returned to Dylanโs location. โYouโre still breathing. Good boy.โ
"Yeah, because I totally want to play with a weight that could easily smash my foot and make me writhe in pain." He glanced over at Chris with a smile. "I got it. No need to worry." Turning, he proceeded to follow the older man's orders.
โStrange word to use on someone whoโs simply not taking your bullshit.โ When they got to the gym door, he was not far behind him. Door sliding open automatically when he walked further inside. Chris halted and took his bag from him. Bobbing his head towards the dumbbells near benches. โ
"Well... someone's dominant." He grinned as he made his way to the door of the gym.
โOh, Iโm just messing with ya also.โ His shirt freed from his grip when he took a step back. The soldierโs tone still sounding as if he was on the verge of eliminating him. โNo harm, no foul. Now go to the door. Donโt make me wait.โ
๐ ๐ฑ๐ฒ๐๐ถ๐น, ๐ฎ๐ป ๐ฎ๐ด๐ฒ๐ป๐ ๐ผ๐ณ ๐๐๐ฟ๐ถ๐ณ๐ฒ. ๐ช๐ถ๐๐ต ๐ด๐ฟ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ฒ, ๐ต๐ฒ ๐๐ฎ๐น๐๐๐ฒ๐; ๐ข๐ป๐ฒ ๐๐ฒ๐ฎ๐ ๐ผ๐ป ๐๐ต๐ฒ ๐๐ต๐ฟ๐ผ๐ป๐ฒ, ๐ผ๐ป๐ฒ ๐ณ๐ผ๐ผ๐ ๐ผ๐ป ๐๐ต๐ฒ ๐ฎ๐ณ๐๐ฒ๐ฟ๐น๐ถ๐ณ๐ฒ. ๐๐ถ๐ ๐๐บ๐ถ๐น๐ฒ, ๐๐ต๐ฎ๐ฟ๐ฝ ๐ฎ๐ ๐ฏ๐น๐ฎ๐ฑ๐ฒ. ๐๐ถ๐ ๐น๐ถ๐ณ๐ฒ, ๐ฎ๐ ๐๐ต๐ฒ ๐ฒ๐ฑ๐ด๐ฒ ๐ผ๐ณ ๐ฎ ๐ธ๐ป๐ถ๐ณ๐ฒ. โช ๐๐๐๐ / ๐๐๐ ๐ฑ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ต๐ด (๐ญ๐ฆ๐ธ๐ฅ ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ข๐ฏ). โช ๐๐ต๐ณ๐ช๐ค๐ต๐ญ๐บ ๐ด๐ค๐ช-๐ง๐ช ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ฅ. โช ๐๐ข๐ช๐ฏ ๐ด๐ฉ๐ช๐ฑ: @thewarhero.bsky.social โช ๐๐๐ด ๐ฐ๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ฏ (๐ข๐ฑ๐ฑ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ข๐ค๐ฉ ๐๐๐ ๐ง๐ช๐ณ๐ด๐ต).
"Jesus, dude... C'mon. I'm just messing with you. I do it with everyone." He turned his head, silently impressed by the man's physical strength. He could definitely give Jacob and Nick a run for their money.
He caught on to his critique. Walking to the other side of his truck then pinning Dylanโs back to the door by a hand gripping the fabric over his chest. Chris lowered his head to his level. His voice low and lethal. โWanna say that again?โ
The car ride with Chris was certainly thrilling, to say the least. Good thing the trip wasn't a long one or else Dylan was certain he'd have a nice little bruise or a chipped tooth. The latter of which would certainly be a turn off for any guy he'd attempt to ask out. Once they arrived, he hopped โ
โOh, Iโll make sure of that.โ Little did Dylan know, his words were a caution to him. He allowed Dylan to get a ride since the gym he goes to wasnโt that far, but the drive was still torture. Chris having to abruptly step on the brakes twice during the trip so Dylanโs face was โ
Dylan looked at him in surprise, not expecting him to agree. "Really? I mean, ah, yeah, sure. You won't regret it." He smirked.
Chris thought for a moment then nod. โYou better be a good one.โ
"Flattered you think I'm capable of being a psychopath, but no. I'm just taking a chance here. Shooting my shot, as they say."
He paused. Looking at the man suspiciously. โWhy would you wanna do that for me? Especially after that Ted Bundy talk.โ