(ooc: PLEASE KNOW that Max being a firefighter/becoming one to sell calendars is a running joke for him on plurk, so that made me laugh out loud )
The exclamation only makes him snort. "Some of this lot are here every day, four days is pretty average."
He doesn't need to tell him that a big part of his session involves hauling 350lb sandbags about or deadlifting near double that. The quantity of sessions is average; the content is fucking mental.
"A lot've it's genetic - something like 70%, I dunno. My sister's the scientist." And then, in reply to Richard's next question, comes the part that so many people hate doing in front of others. Easy enough to get into a set once you've got the weights in hand, but warming up can feel like you're back in P.E class.
Max just starts rolling his shoulders back, motioning for Richard to copy him.
"Just start with thirty seconds-ish of these one way, then again going the other way. Some of these you'll feel like a bit of a pillock, but it's important."
And then it's arm circles, band pull-aparts with a resistance band, thoracic twists, and some unfortunately named shoulder-dislocates. The usual, all easy enough, but also telling about his general upper mobility.
[ooc: Bwhahaha that's so unintentionally perfect then! XD]
The idea of being at the gym EVERY day makes Richard gag and he does so mockingly as a response to that, it's childish and stupid but that's Richard all over, especially when he feels uncomfortable. Which he does at the moment, especially when Max starts motioning for him to copy his movements.
"You're right. I do feel like a pillock." He says as he begrudgingly joins in on the warm up, trying hard not to watch the way Max's shoulder and arm muscles ripple with the movement. His own movements are creaky and stiff, he doesn't move his body all that much unless it's a full moon and then...well...he has a much different body during those times.
"Your sister is a scientist? Are you guys kind of a brawn and brains duo or something?"
"But we're pillocks together. No one's payin' attention, don't worry."
He gives him a grin, and a half shrug in answer to his question. "There's three of us, older sister and older brother - but they're both insanely clever. She's a professor at Cambridge, he's a consultant paediatric neurosurgeon. If anyone in the family got the brains, it's them two."
That's not to say Max isn't smart; but they certainly have the more dazzling resumes out of the three Rooker siblings.
Once it's been a few minutes, he nods over to the free weights. "Alright - go shopping. Find a weight you're comfortable with; if you're not sure about one, go a set lighter."
"Geez your family got all the good genes didn't they?" He muses sarcastically as he finishes up the warm up and then goes to stare at the weights, trying to gauge what a "comfortable" but not entirely pathetic set would be.
"Uh....what do you usually use?" He asks, stalling for time.
The second Richard starts laughing, Max starts grinning and laughing himself, and claps him on the shoulder. It's all good-natured, and while he wouldn't tell him - because God forbid this man get a compliment - his whole face changes when he laughs. He lights up.
It's nice to see.
"Not so much 'you suck', but maybe let's keep it realistic."
He picks up one of the smaller dumbbell, an 8kg, and hands it over. "How's that, and be honest - reckon you can go heavier, or do you wanna go lighter? And before you answer, this?" Max spreads his arms out, and moves them as if he's demonstrating a circle around them. "This is a magic fucking circle where it's impossible to sound pathetic, wow incredible, I'm a wizard."
Richard's laugh is almost a giggle and it transforms him from a sarcastic asshole to a rather charming guy, his smile and laugh are definitely the most attractive things about him.
"You say keep it realistic but then claim to be a wizard." He teases Max with a grin but takes the weight from him, hoisting it up and down a little and then nods.
"I think this is good. It feels heavy but not like 'holy shit I'm going to get a hernia lifting this in an effort to impress you' kind of way."
It really does; Max just hopes he can keep the mood up for the rest of the session at least.
"Yeah, I'm a realistic wizard - don't cheapen my degree alright, I worked hard for it."
He watches him, nodding when it seems like the weight works for him. With a smirk, he grabs the second, matching weight, hands that over as well. "The only way I want you to impress me is by giving this your best shot, yeah? I don't care if you can only do one set of each, just give me your best effort."
With a hand at Richard's back, Max guides him over to a clear space, away from the dumbbell racks and out of the way.
"Alright; you wanna keep it simple - really, all you need is to hit each muscle group and you're sorted, you don't need to do five exercises for each one, doesn't need to be complicated. If your form's good, even if you only get a couple of sets in, that's better than doing a shitload more but half-assing it."
As he lists the different muscle groups, he touches them on his own arm. "We're talkin' biceps, triceps, the shoulders, chest, and back. So," Max pretends he's holding a pair of weights himself, and demonstrates how the first movement will go. "bicep curl - you wanna keep your elbows tucked close to your sides throughout. But when you're bringing them down, keep it a little slower, controlled. Let's go for twenty."
With the second weight added to his other hand it is definitely a bit more difficult but still manageable, what's more difficult is staying focused on what Max is saying as he touches each of his own muscle groups. It's distracting, having each of these bulging muscles pointed out and Richard tries not to stare at Max's biceps.
"Elbows tucked...right. Okay." He muses out loud, his eyes still on Max's muscles but then he realizes that Max is expecting him to start the actual workout.
"Oh. Uh sorry." He mutters and tries to get into the same position as Max, which feels a bit like a joke. He looks like a fun house mirror reflection compared to the other man but he tries to put that thought aside and just lift the weights like he was told.
"Is this right?" He asks as he slowly does the move.
He notices Richard looking - have to be fucking blind not to - but he doesn't draw attention to it. Focuses instead on him, keeping the smile on his face encouraging instead of quietly amused. Flattered.
"Yeah, that's perfect - make sure you're inhaling on the easier bit, when you're lowerin' 'em down, and exhale when you're curling back up. There you go."
And then, when the last movement's done; "And you're done, gorgeous stuff. Chuck 'em down, give your arms a bit of a shake out. Not so bad right?"
"Inhale and exhale. So basically I should remember to breathe?" Richard asks sarcastically but does try to follow Max's instructions for the next few reps. His sarcasm is never hostile, it's just his natural tone of voice most of the time.
"Yeah I guess that wasn't too bad." He admits and puts the weights down carefully. "Now what?"
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Date: 2025-11-18 10:16 pm (UTC)The exclamation only makes him snort. "Some of this lot are here every day, four days is pretty average."
He doesn't need to tell him that a big part of his session involves hauling 350lb sandbags about or deadlifting near double that. The quantity of sessions is average; the content is fucking mental.
"A lot've it's genetic - something like 70%, I dunno. My sister's the scientist." And then, in reply to Richard's next question, comes the part that so many people hate doing in front of others. Easy enough to get into a set once you've got the weights in hand, but warming up can feel like you're back in P.E class.
Max just starts rolling his shoulders back, motioning for Richard to copy him.
"Just start with thirty seconds-ish of these one way, then again going the other way. Some of these you'll feel like a bit of a pillock, but it's important."
And then it's arm circles, band pull-aparts with a resistance band, thoracic twists, and some unfortunately named shoulder-dislocates. The usual, all easy enough, but also telling about his general upper mobility.
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Date: 2025-11-19 03:33 am (UTC)The idea of being at the gym EVERY day makes Richard gag and he does so mockingly as a response to that, it's childish and stupid but that's Richard all over, especially when he feels uncomfortable. Which he does at the moment, especially when Max starts motioning for him to copy his movements.
"You're right. I do feel like a pillock." He says as he begrudgingly joins in on the warm up, trying hard not to watch the way Max's shoulder and arm muscles ripple with the movement. His own movements are creaky and stiff, he doesn't move his body all that much unless it's a full moon and then...well...he has a much different body during those times.
"Your sister is a scientist? Are you guys kind of a brawn and brains duo or something?"
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Date: 2025-11-19 10:15 pm (UTC)He gives him a grin, and a half shrug in answer to his question. "There's three of us, older sister and older brother - but they're both insanely clever. She's a professor at Cambridge, he's a consultant paediatric neurosurgeon. If anyone in the family got the brains, it's them two."
That's not to say Max isn't smart; but they certainly have the more dazzling resumes out of the three Rooker siblings.
Once it's been a few minutes, he nods over to the free weights. "Alright - go shopping. Find a weight you're comfortable with; if you're not sure about one, go a set lighter."
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Date: 2025-11-19 11:27 pm (UTC)"Uh....what do you usually use?" He asks, stalling for time.
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Date: 2025-11-20 10:39 pm (UTC)Max looks at the heavier end of the dumbbell bench.
Max looks back at Richard.
"Let's focus on you, yeah?"
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Date: 2025-11-20 11:47 pm (UTC)He's obviously kidding since he's laughing so hard at Max's reaction.
"That was the best 'stop fooling yourself, you suck' expression I've seen in a long time."
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Date: 2025-11-21 10:21 am (UTC)It's nice to see.
"Not so much 'you suck', but maybe let's keep it realistic."
He picks up one of the smaller dumbbell, an 8kg, and hands it over. "How's that, and be honest - reckon you can go heavier, or do you wanna go lighter? And before you answer, this?" Max spreads his arms out, and moves them as if he's demonstrating a circle around them. "This is a magic fucking circle where it's impossible to sound pathetic, wow incredible, I'm a wizard."
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Date: 2025-11-23 02:14 am (UTC)"You say keep it realistic but then claim to be a wizard." He teases Max with a grin but takes the weight from him, hoisting it up and down a little and then nods.
"I think this is good. It feels heavy but not like 'holy shit I'm going to get a hernia lifting this in an effort to impress you' kind of way."
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Date: 2025-11-24 11:10 pm (UTC)"Yeah, I'm a realistic wizard - don't cheapen my degree alright, I worked hard for it."
He watches him, nodding when it seems like the weight works for him. With a smirk, he grabs the second, matching weight, hands that over as well. "The only way I want you to impress me is by giving this your best shot, yeah? I don't care if you can only do one set of each, just give me your best effort."
With a hand at Richard's back, Max guides him over to a clear space, away from the dumbbell racks and out of the way.
"Alright; you wanna keep it simple - really, all you need is to hit each muscle group and you're sorted, you don't need to do five exercises for each one, doesn't need to be complicated. If your form's good, even if you only get a couple of sets in, that's better than doing a shitload more but half-assing it."
As he lists the different muscle groups, he touches them on his own arm. "We're talkin' biceps, triceps, the shoulders, chest, and back. So," Max pretends he's holding a pair of weights himself, and demonstrates how the first movement will go. "bicep curl - you wanna keep your elbows tucked close to your sides throughout. But when you're bringing them down, keep it a little slower, controlled. Let's go for twenty."
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Date: 2025-11-25 10:05 pm (UTC)"Elbows tucked...right. Okay." He muses out loud, his eyes still on Max's muscles but then he realizes that Max is expecting him to start the actual workout.
"Oh. Uh sorry." He mutters and tries to get into the same position as Max, which feels a bit like a joke. He looks like a fun house mirror reflection compared to the other man but he tries to put that thought aside and just lift the weights like he was told.
"Is this right?" He asks as he slowly does the move.
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Date: 2025-11-27 10:19 pm (UTC)"Yeah, that's perfect - make sure you're inhaling on the easier bit, when you're lowerin' 'em down, and exhale when you're curling back up. There you go."
And then, when the last movement's done; "And you're done, gorgeous stuff. Chuck 'em down, give your arms a bit of a shake out. Not so bad right?"
Boooo DW! Stop eating shit you're not supposed to! XP
Date: 2025-11-28 12:11 am (UTC)"Yeah I guess that wasn't too bad." He admits and puts the weights down carefully. "Now what?"