He wasn't cut. He didn't have the perfect bodybuilder muscles. Instead, he had bulk. His arms and chest were thick, and his stomach a bit given to fat, no matter how lean the times were. It was an aspect of himself that he hated, but couldn't get rid of, no matter how he tried.
And he had tried.
The muscle of his legs, however, was defined. Obviously, his power was in his lower body.
RJ, however, had a body that Merrick admired. He was lithe, defined, and had an obvious speed to him. One glance was enough for him to feel envious, but he tamped it down. Now was not the time.
He took the moment to stretch, though, and limber up muscles that would soon come into use in new-old ways.
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And he had tried.
The muscle of his legs, however, was defined. Obviously, his power was in his lower body.
RJ, however, had a body that Merrick admired. He was lithe, defined, and had an obvious speed to him. One glance was enough for him to feel envious, but he tamped it down. Now was not the time.
He took the moment to stretch, though, and limber up muscles that would soon come into use in new-old ways.