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Prompt 2: Person B is getting pushed around. Person A offers to beat them up, but Person B is too independent for that. Person A decides there is only one thing to do, teach Person B to fight.
“Come on, I could do better in my sleep!”
“Gaston…I’m not…Used to…This…” You grunted rhythmically as you continued.
“Please, I’m getting tired.”
“Don’t make me take over, because you know I’ll only be more merciless.”
“Oh god alright, alright! Just…A few…More…So close…Ah!”
You finished, collapsing onto the floor, panting heavily.
If anyone were to hear the noises that were coming from your home, they certainly would get ideas. Yet fortunately you weren’t exercising quite in that way.
“I hate situps. Why did I think adding them into my training was okay?”
“Because I suggested it to you,” Gaston smiled from his seat a few feet away. Though he was your trainer, he spent his time ‘encouraging’ you, or as you liked to say, “Threatening you to do better or else he’ll up the ante and add three times the amount of training you already were doing to your workout.”
He preferred his way of saying it more.
“I regret asking your opinion,” you say, dragging yourself onto the couch.
“I offered to beat that guy up for you, but you said -”
“I am perfectly capable of handling myself, I just need to buff up a bit. Yes, I am fully aware, thank you.”
“It was sarcasm.”
You wiped the sweat off of your forehead, “Maybe I should let you just beat that guy up after all.”
“No, you’re in this for the real deal now. I’m just here to make sure you don’t slack. Now c’mon, thirty second planks. Or would you prefer the half mile run first?” he smirked, raising an eyebrow.
“Just, a five minute break, please…” you closed your eyes, still gasping for air.
“If you do the half-mile, I’ll run it with you, and you know -”
“- That you run shirtless, yes I know. I’ll take the planks, please.”
“Oh, come on! I have nice abs.”
“More like flabs, really.”
“You did not just - You know what? Fine,” his voice went from playfully flirty to seriously offended, “You’re doing two minute planks, and you’ll do the full mile run. Alone. With none of my amazing qualities, abs included, to accompany you,” he crossed his arms and looked away in a childlike fashion.
“THEY ARE NOT FLABS.”