Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20170112225309/@comment-25808351-20170201205155

"Well, was falling asleep at the breakfast table. Having been up all night looking for your spectacular spectral ass Cynd, I'm a bit tired. So I decided to workout, get my blood flowing, wake myself up." Marcus removes his tunic, baring his naked upper half to the freezing winds. Doing another set of stretches, his muscles flex and his joints crack. At first glance it seems like he's showing off, but he quickly dispenses with an explanation, lest Cyndwella gives him guff.

"And no, Cynd, I'm not showing off. The more cold your body is as you workout, the harder it works to stay warm. Pushing your metabolism to it's limits. It trains your endurance, your will, strengthens your spirit energy well and most importantly, it wakes you up." He says as he reaches for a giant brick of solid steel. Grabbing by the handle, Marcus begins lifting it like a dumbbell. His arm bulges and his veins pop out as the blood begins to flow under the enormous weight of the brick. Eva's face is now the most red it's ever been.

"Eva, just want to know something before you two go. Why have been so late most of the week?" Marcus asks in a unamused tone.

"Oh, I uhhh, you see, the thing is, well, I ummmm!" Eva stammers sporadically trying to come up with a tangible answer.