Post by desatio on Jun 16, 2009 18:28:38 GMT -5
Michael Desatio grunted with the exertions, cheerful that he finally hd the tiem to work on a punching bag. He ahd been cracking away for almost half an hour, now, and he was enjoying he workout to say the least.
Zinn was meditating calmly his hand on the ground, his legs fold into an arrowhead pointing towards the ceiling. "Don't overdo it, Michael," he said with a smirk.
Mike rolled his eyes. "I won't hurt myself," he said as he cockily though a left hook--and broke the bag.
Zinn laughed. "I'm more worried about you having to pay for the broken equipment," he said softly, his voice falling like water on pebbles.
Mike nodded and put his hand behind his back. "Guess I don't know my strength sometimes," he said with a shrug. "Still, not that great of punching bag. Normally it takes me at least three days of training to break'em. this was just one short session."
Zinn didn't move an inch, but spoke again. "I believe there's some janitorial gear in the closet, so we can clean up some of the mess," he said thoughtfully.
Mike nodded and grabbed a broom and trash can out of said closet. "Yeah, gotta do our best to clean up, it sets a good example, after all."
"Example?" Zinn mused. "Explain."
Michael smirked weakly from under his bandaged face. "A high-ranker like me cleans up after himself, and does it often. It sends a message. No matter how big you are, if you don't clean up your messes you're nobody."
Zinn blinked. "You honestly think that people will think that way when they see you act like a janitor?"
Michael shook his head. "No. But they might ask. And then I'll tell them."
Zinn was meditating calmly his hand on the ground, his legs fold into an arrowhead pointing towards the ceiling. "Don't overdo it, Michael," he said with a smirk.
Mike rolled his eyes. "I won't hurt myself," he said as he cockily though a left hook--and broke the bag.
Zinn laughed. "I'm more worried about you having to pay for the broken equipment," he said softly, his voice falling like water on pebbles.
Mike nodded and put his hand behind his back. "Guess I don't know my strength sometimes," he said with a shrug. "Still, not that great of punching bag. Normally it takes me at least three days of training to break'em. this was just one short session."
Zinn didn't move an inch, but spoke again. "I believe there's some janitorial gear in the closet, so we can clean up some of the mess," he said thoughtfully.
Mike nodded and grabbed a broom and trash can out of said closet. "Yeah, gotta do our best to clean up, it sets a good example, after all."
"Example?" Zinn mused. "Explain."
Michael smirked weakly from under his bandaged face. "A high-ranker like me cleans up after himself, and does it often. It sends a message. No matter how big you are, if you don't clean up your messes you're nobody."
Zinn blinked. "You honestly think that people will think that way when they see you act like a janitor?"
Michael shook his head. "No. But they might ask. And then I'll tell them."