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Shun always believed it to be important to keep himself in good physical form. While chasing down or confronting criminals wasn't exactly as likely here as it was where he came from, that didn't mean he could start slacking off. It kept him busy when he didn't have work, in the very least. His exact workout routine was a little irregular. Sometimes he did one thing or another rather than do the same exact thing each time. Today was a good day to hit up the gym.

He went and scouted out a room that had some heavy bags he could hit. Upon locating it, he could hear someone already smacking something around inside. He wasn't too concerned. They should have more than one bag after all.

Heading on inside, he dropped his bag off in the corner. Before he started to stretch and warm up, he paused as he saw just who it was that occupied this room already.

Chel.

"Oh for ******** sake..."

Shun decided to not acknowledge being called that and simply ignored Chel's greeting. With a low grunt, he moved off to the side and began to get himself ready. Stretching and properly warming up was important. At times he would also attempt to meditate for a little bit before working out.

He wasn't going to bother trying that with Chel here, though. So he opted for the other two parts.

Shun glanced up at Chel while he did this thing.

"What gives you that idea?" he said dryly.

Finishing that up, he fetched some sports tape from his bag to start taping up his fists. At first, all he did was grunt back at Chel.

"I did not realize you had greeted me," he stated, keeping his attention on making sure his wrists were nice and secure.

"Getting ready to work out, what does it look like?" he grunted. Once he finished wrapping both fists, he lightly massaged both wrists, getting a feel for his wrappings. Nice and tight, without cutting off any bloodflow.

Rolling his shoulders, he made his way to one of the free bags, pausing when he realized that Chel was staring at him. Furrowing his brow, he just sort of stared right back for a moment or two, then shook his head to himself.

"It is a punching bag. Its design is to be hit," Shun stated dryly, "Athletic tape. Meant to stabilize my wrists. Reduces chance of injury. Should probably apply it to my ankles as well, honestly."

He gave the bag a small tap, then got into stance. After exhaling slowly, he began to strike his bag. He wasn't putting everything into it just yet, keeping his attacks light as he was still warming up in a way.

Though Shun raised his brow, he kept his gaze on the bag. It might have just been a punching bag, but habits kept him from looking away from his target. He kept on the balls of his feet as he got into the rhythm of his strikes. A little variance started to to come to his movements.

Shift in, quick jabs, shift out.

"What kind of question is that?" he muttered under his breath.

Shun wasn't really watching what Chel was doing anyway. He was aware enough of his surroundings to know she was also smacking a bag off to the side there, but he didn't care enough to be paying attention to how well she was going about it.

"You are not going to be putting on Miley Cyrus or some s**t like that are you?"

He had no idea what her tastes in music were. Possibly terrible.