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It had been a long time since she had set foot in the gym, Misha thought. Probably far too long, considering the "work" she now did. The last time she had seriously sparred, though, resulted in a pretty serious injury to Briiva. Understandably, she felt reluctant to try that again. On the other hand, there were other things she could do. Yoga, cardio, weights. Anything, really. The gym was very well-stocked.

Yet she had no real plans to use any of it at the moment - despite the fact that she wore figure-hugging leggings and an oversized t-shirt layered over a skimpy tank top. Instead, Misha wanted to size the place up for a nefarious plot that had occurred to her in the wee hours of the morning. A party. They needed a party. Something loud and fun with plenty of music and people. Snacks and alcohol would not be out of place either. Having dismissed her own dorm as being insufficient, Misha checked through the other open buildings methodically. She hoped the gym would tick all of the boxes.

Pushing the door open, Misha stuck her head inside and looked around curiously. "Hello? Anyone in here?"

The automatic smile that came with meeting someone new lit Misha's face and she immediately padded further into the gym. "Nope, not lost. Just multi-tasking," she answered. As she came closer, she studied the man's face closely, trying to place him. Alright, she might have also allowed her eyes a brief, sweeping survey of his body but a girl had a pulse no matter what so who could blame her?

She really could not quite find his name in her memory banks. It was on the tip of her tongue, maybe, but would come no further. Finally, she decided they had never properly been introduced which meant there was no time like the present. Misha finished crossing the gym to stand within easy distance of his weight bench. She flashed another star-bright grin. "I'm Misha. From the Aphrodite side of things. And you are?"

"I'm actually here to check out the real estate." Misha made a vague gesture that seemed to indicate the entirety of the building. Caleb himself was only included by virtue of being there but he still got the feeling there was a teasing joke there. "Seeing how much room the place has and if the equipment is bolted down and all that. I thought about working out, maybe, too, since it's been a while but most of the stuff I like to do best isn't really as much fun on you're own," she explained.

Then she cocked her head to one side and considered his state once more. It was far from a leer, more like honest consideration with a side of thoughtfulness. Nothing forward or invasive in the slightest. One side of her mouth quirked upwards in a sudden lop-sided smile. "But I shouldn't have interrupted you, Caleb. I'm sorry."

"I'm thinking we need another party and Halloween is coming up and it is getting way too stupid-cold out there for most costumes you can find at Party City," Misha replied with a lightness that did its best to smooth over any awkwardness his question might have raised in his mind. "So we need room. Lots of room."

She cast another vague look around the space, a smile playing over her lips. It was an enormous gym, plenty of room. So long as she could move the equipment out of the way, it would be excellent.

But he had asked another question that needed answering so Misha turned the full force of her attention back to Caleb. "I've never really had what you'd call a regime. I've done a bit of a bunch of things. Mostly stretching and yoga and cardio. My dancing usually burns off most things." She flicked her pale eyes towards the weight bench he sat on. "I always mean to try weights but they're a little intimidating. You know?"

She had not planned on working out in the slightest when she entered the gym. Not at all. All she had planned to do was case the place for party possibilities. However, the way Caleb warmed up to the topic of weight-lifting and poured out a rather sizable string of sentences on the topic. He clearly knew his stuff. She smiled more; she always found herself responding to people's passion.

Misha quickly reviewed her plans for the evening and, coming up with nothing, gave a little laugh, low and gentle. "Well, I am kinda dressed for it, I suppose," she admitted. "If you really wouldn't mind showing me some basics, I would be totally grateful. I'm not looking to get buff. Just improve my tone and stamina. It's exhausting swinging around my shield."

Misha suppressed a shiver at the memory of what happened last time she sparred with a live human being but her smile never flickered and she simply shook her head. "Maybe some other time. I'm so out of practice that you would kick my butt in two point five seconds, I'm sure. But weights? I think I can win against weights."

She smirked and lifted both arms, thin but lightly toned, mock-flexing. Then she laughed. "But we should still start slow and please be patient with me."

With that kind of invitation, who was she to refuse the pleasure of paying appropriate attention to Caleb's very nice chest? No one, that was who. Misha resisted applauding, however, feeling that it might be a bit too silly. It was fun to see someone loosen up and be silly, though, and she would never actively discourage it. Especially when the scenery was so very nice.

She nodded to show her understanding and slipped onto the vacated bench. Laying down, she wiggled and squirmed until she was under the bar and figured her shoulders were pretty much in line with it. Then she reached up to wrap her delicate fingers around the empty weight bar. "Just straight up and then down?" she asked. "How far down?"