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The gym. There was a slight musk in the air of new equipment and sweat from other nightmares working out. The sound of machines squeaking, treadmills rolling with the upbeat music ruling over it. To Buster, it was home. He would live here if it weren't for his unending stomach and tail resisting to cooperate after a few hours of working out.

Buster grinned at the nightmare that was working next to the machine that he was about to use. "Haven't seen your face here before." He looked at what the weight was set at and lowered it to higher weight. Twenty pounds was not going to get his biceps stressing.

"The name's Buster." The hybrid grabbed the handles and curled his arms upwards, his smile becoming strained. Yeah, this was perfect. His tail on the other hand, decided to take a spot on the floor, whiskers twitching. It wouldn't be long before the tail would be snoring.

"Georgette?" Buster's grin grew wider. With those fangs and head, it looked unnatural, impossible to most others. He couldn't understand why. It was just his teeth. Nothing to be afraid of. Not like he bit or nothin'. Well--unless they were a good juicy steak. "Cool, man."

He just started to go here? But he already had muscles! Buster scrunched up his face in confusion. "You got a bit of muscle for just starting," There was an urge to squeeze the flesh there but Buster refrained, deciding to do another set of slow curls. "How'd you do it?" If there was another way to work out at home, he wanted to know.

It seemed like Georgey was shook. Why? He glanced over towards the direction that the male was looking at. His...tail? He gave the nightmare another amicable grin. "No need to be afraid of 'im. All he does is sleep." he laughed. Such a lazy boy.

Buster's grin widened. What he wouldn't give to have work out equipment at home. His sibling's tails took up too much room in their tiny little place for it to be workable. He already had to share a room with his brother until he moved out. "That's so cool, brah." The hybrid grunted as he slowly lowered the handles. That set was finally done.

The muscular male let out a deep hearty chuckle and leaned down to ruffle his tail's head. "Nearly everywhere. He doesn't sleep when we're in the kitchen." he practically beamed. "He's a sucker for food." Especially his own cooking. Sure enough, the rat like tail twitched it's ears at the mention of the mere word. If it wasn't for the snoring, he would have thought that the tail would have woken up. And gave another chuckle. "He'll eat anything." His tail was his own vacuum when food fell on the floor and his trash can when he didn't like what he was making. It was great except for the few times the big guy had ate something rotten, making the both of them sick. "He really likes cinnamon." If it didn't make him sick, he would eat it by the spoonful.

Buster beamed, pretty happy with the name that his tail had. It was the first word that came to mind and the tail loved it instantly. "His name's pancake." The tail immediately woke up at the mention, his nose twitching as it swiveled to the left and then to the right. Dejectedly, he lowered himself back to the ground, ears flat and sullen. Buster laughed, nudging the large tail with one of his feet. "That'd be great, man." he beamed, slowly moving towards the bench. "I can spot for you too."

Buster let out a hearty chuckle. "It does sound good." His tail sniffed the air, also appreciating the idea. As did his stomach, which growled loudly. The hybrid held his own middle as he followed Georgette to the bench, his heavy tail plopping down next to the equipment. "I might make a few of those apple slices when I get home." He took the bar and lifted it with a bit of difficulty, grunting. "Thanks man." It was set at the perfect weight. Was he the only one who used the bench?

Man, if that was the case; that was sad.

Lifting weights didn't stop him from being able to talk. Even if it was a bit difficult. "Sure, bruh." he lowered the weights towards his chest and stopped for three seconds before lifting them again. It wasn't his leg day but there was nothing wrong with spicing things up a bit. A change of pace was always good. He finished a rep and slowly lifted it back to Georgette. "I like everything." The harder it was for him to do, the better. Buster loved pushing his body over the edge, over his own limit. "Ballet is the worst." he made a face. If there was one thing that he wasn't good at, it was the flexibility and coordination that was required for ballet. Tried it, didn't like it. His poor coach must still hate him for stumbling into her. Dancing, surely, was the worst. If it weren't the need for a tutor on the subject and his poor coordination, he would gladly try to take it up again. The idea of accidentally causing another injury wasn't his cup of tea though.

Buster rolled his wrists, relishing in the crack, crack crack that came from the action. It had only been a few days away from the bench but his muscles had gone a bit stiff. The hybrid looked up at Georgette, considering him. "My legs have a mind of their own, man. " he sighed at the memory, his eyes wandering from the nightmare. Never again was he going to take a dance class if he could help it. Injuring one person was bad enough. It was best if he stuck with non rhythmic things that didn't require as much coordination. He looked back up with a laugh. Pancake. "Yeah, that was a part of the issue." It was hard to move when all his tail wanted to do was sleep. Pancake wasn't heavy but when the flitterrat like tail decided that they'd rather sleep it did make his movement...sluggish as he dragged on the ground. "I tripped and fell on my coach." his cheeks turned pink and his hands, on instinct, went back to the bar. It had been a few months and it was still embarrassing. That poor fey wouldn't be able to do ballet for a month.

His lips pulled into a frown. "Formal dance?" That sounded boring. But..there had to be some bright side to it. "You'll be able to meet people that way." He grinned. That was what his mother said when he took ballet. She wasn't wrong. If he didn't hurt someone else, he wouldn't have been in this situation. He took his hands off of the bar. "Do you want a turn, brah?"

Buster grinned. "Sweet man, have at it." he let go of the bar and nudged pancake with his foot. The tail barely moved in response, the only recollection that he was paying attention was the small twitch of his nose and the emotions that he could feel within. "Aw, come on, brah." he let out a despondent sigh as he muttered underneath his breath and nudged the fat tail again. A snort came from his mouth as the tail finally decided to get up lazily. If Pancake could give him any sort of face, he was sure it would be one of disdain. "Sorry about that man." The hybrid smiled apologetically at the male before he moved back behind the bench to aid Georgette. Hopefully Pancake wouldn't make things more difficult today. He didn't want Georgette to get hurt just because the flitter rat looking tail wouldn't move.

He furrowed his brow. "Then why don't you tell her that you don't want to go, brah?" His mom would understand. But then, his mom wasn't like a lot of other parents. Buster's older brother may call her a pushover but man, she was the sweetest thing. He wouldn't be able to have a membership if he didn't have her. "Don't waste time doing something that you don't want to do. That's not a good life"

The older male lifted the bar for the hybrid to take. "What classes are you taking?" It had been a while since he was in school. His last years at the academy were a blur, and his recent studies in community college didn't give him any recollection on how he registered. Oh right. Buster's ears twitched. His brother had signed him up for all of his classes. Did they still have electives?

What was his routine like? The hybrid purse his lips in thought. "I come every day, mainly to work on weights." A chuckle fell from his lips and he nearly went down to pat his tail. "Pancake makes running on the treadmill a bit difficult."

Georgette wanted to be his workout partner?! Buster blinked a few times before his dark eyes lit up. "I'd like that a lot!" He beamed down at the younger male."If I'm not in school or in the kitchen cooking, I'm here." If it weren't for his tail, he'd make a career out of physical health and own a place like this just so he didn't have to walk that far to get to the gym. "Just let me know when you're thinking about coming in." He'd even ditch class. Wasn't like it would be the first time.

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A chuckle reverberated Buster's chest. "You aren't wrong." Pancake was too stubborn and had a mind of their own. He loved him, but boy did the hybrid wish he could just swap his tail for someone else's tail. Someone who didn't have a tail with their own personality.

But even though the flitter rat looking tail was a brat, he couldn't actually hate him for not wanting to work. They were just two very different individuals.

Much like Georgette and his mom were two different people. Buster let out a low hmm. "That sucks man." He studied Georgette for a moment. Should he tell him? Ahh, why not? "You could ditch and tell her that you went." He gave the nightmare a smirk. "I'd back you up." Not like he had a lot to do. No commitments, no trouble. Life was simple. And he thought he was a pretty decent liar...even if most others figured him out. "What she doesn't know won't hurt." There were plenty of things that his mom didn't know. That he never planned on telling her. Lying was hard and nearly impossible to do. But not telling someone? That was easy as pie.

Whoa. If he had that many classes, he would have not gone to half of them. "That's a lot, man." he whistled underneath his breath, staring at him. "You do that and excercise? Wow man." Buster whistled low. "How do you live?" He would have dropped out of all of that so quick. Too much paperwork and not enough physical activity. As a senior he used to always sleep in class. "You must be a genius." Or someone who was great in school. What a rarity. "Ceramics.." he pulled a face. "Like making pots?" Pancake would have knocked everything over if he ever took it. Regardless, he was poor at art. Barely passed that class when he was still in the academy. Multiple times. "That's a lot of talent." What an interesting kid.

Another fit of laughter left the hybrid's lips and he shook his head, sadly. "The last time I cycled he decided to roll over underneath the pedals. We were in pain for two weeks." He had tried again after the first time he had hit him. Didn't work. Nightmares and Daydreams said that he didn't have any brains, but out of the both of them, he'd like to think that he had more brain than his tail. Which was surprising. He wasn't a brainy person. He pondered, nearly putting a finger to his lips in thought. "Stairmaster...may work." A grin blossomed upon the hybrid's lips."Thanks man! I'll have to try it!" It sounded like quite the fun too. Buster laughed once again. "He doesn't mind the leg press, but it's not like the tredmill or cycling." Not when he wanted to push himself over the limit and keep on pushing. He glanced over at his tail. Maybe if he started cutting back on food Pancake would be more active...But would he be able to commit?

Nah, not likely.

He could commit to doing a few reps on the leg press. "Sure, man!" Was it really that close to dinner time? He eyed the clock. Five o' clock and yet he still wasn't satisfied with the work that he had done today. Guess they were going to have a late dinner. His stomach growled loudly at the idea of Georgette's dinner. Man, if only he had the supplies to make that. Pancake even woke up to the word pasta and lifted their head up, sniffing near Georgette. Buster laughed and started walking over towards the leg press at the sight. "Seems like Pancake wants to go back with you, brah." He winked at him. "He may like you more than me." Very likely. Georgette wasn't making the tail move, he was. And if there was one thing that the tail hated it was effort.

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