[color=silver][h1][center]Shared Space Part 2[/center][/h1][/color]
[color=white][center][b]Lunar Veil | Cargo Bay[/b][/center][/color]
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[color=silver][center][i]Kinneas adjusts to his situation.[/i][/center][/color]
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OOC: JP between [@MK Blitzen], [@Aalakrys]

“Making yourself at home?” Tim asked, taking a break to spend some time on the treadmill. He prided himself on his swimmer’s body, and it didn’t just maintain itself. Plus you never know when being chased might become a reality for one reason or another, and when it did, there was no time to get winded. The pilot draped a towel around his neck, partially covering the white tank he wore to stay cool when working out. 

Kinneas hadnt had a spotter, so instead of bench pressing, Tim found him doing frontal squats with the barbell instead. He grunted as lifted to place the weights back on the rack, having just finished a set. A little breather than casual, given the work out he'd just given himself, he said: "As cozy a place as any on this ship." He'd given a wave with the back of his hand at the collection of exercise equipment. It wasn't anything spectacular, but broke up his boredom some and kept him in shape. "Nǐ de dú shì shénme? (What's your poison?)"

“Cardio, Pilates, treadmill man myself - I don’t lift weights,” Tim said with a tsk of his head, “I avoid heavy lifting, it carries over into more of a life mantra. Get a jog on, you forget you’re out in the black and could potentially hit an asteroid or be boarded by pirates, or run into some trouble of the purple persuasion and just take a stroll. You?” He asked while stretching out his hamstrings.

The sense of levity came a fresh break as Kinneas couldn't help the easy chuckle at the pilot's demeanor. It was how he usually operated as well, though lately self-pity was making him bitter again onboard the Lunar Veil. "You're in the minority of not being able to look at me and make an assumption here, you know?" Kinneas sat on the bench for a rest as he wiped sweat from his brow. He grinned. "Or you keep it to yourself, at least." He stretched out his left forearm by pulling it across his chest and holding it at the elbow with his right forearm, keeping up the idle chatter he found welcome once again. "I learned I was well-rounded on (insert planet name) in officer camp. Used to be for the look till then. Keep it up for practical purposes now - not that it'd do much good against an asteroid."

“I’m not big on assumptions, best way to know something is ask. Too many people in the verse just feel they inherently know something or someone, then puff up with pride on their instincts. Way I see it, you wanna look for good or bad, you’re always gonna find it.” Tim replied, starting out on the manual treadmill. 

"Yeah, that - or jealousy." Kinneas said with a grin before waving in indication of his own build. "I mean, c'mon. I don't have to work hard." The amusement didn't leave his eyes though he knew Tim's words could apply to the easy life he'd had as well. He chose to stay with levity. "Speaking of, you'd come to my rescue me if I fail in an attempt to do some lifting here?" He indicated the bench he sat on. 

“Sure thing, K-Guns,” Tim teased, picking up the pace. “Just keep in mind my stance on heavy lifting.”
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