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[apocalypticduality]

How Bro had actually managed to talk him into this, he'd never actually figured out but it was a little too late to argue the point now. Sitting in the middle of an area surrounded by racks of hand weights, Sollux grimaced at absolutely everything from the men on the weights machines to those at the bench presses that were being egged on by their spotters. He crossed his arms and very pointedly ignored a couple of looks he'd gotten just for walking in; he was a stretched out caricature compared to most of the men there, all bones with no mass. He'd never actually seen a need to build up any, either given that he could easily lift what he needed to using his psionics if they were too heavy for him to do so physically. Not only that, doing this would make him have to eat more, and their food bill was already slightly astronomical between the two of them.

"Thith ith thtupid..."