chris spent a lot of time preparing for the match against spencer’s hashtag fc, just like he did for all of the charity and wembley matches as well. for several weeks his daily schedule consisted of waking up early to finish whatever editing needed, eat dinner, and then head off to the gym late to work-out. it crunched a lot of time with you, but you understood why he did so; so he could be in the best shape possible.
he mainly worked out his legs, for obvious reasons, but also tried to work out his arms as much as possible. when he hit the gym regularly, he worked out on his arms quite a lot, but he slacked off in the recent weeks.
“you see these arms?” chris asked, flexing in the kit when everyone around him on the side of the pitch poked fun at his biceps, and you didn’t help with the story of him flaking on the arm-routine.
everyone looked at his arms for a second, noticing the lightly toned muscles and chris nodded cockily, licking his lips. “wii sports resort, that’s right.”