After text message.
After text message.
Mac was getting annoyed with them. Maybe he should throw away his phone. Then again, if he did, Hel might kill him. Hm. Tempting. He was seriously considering it when another text came through; it made him want to throw his phone at the wall, but luckily he saw the name of the sender before he did.
Junko?
...Junko wanted to spar? The ghoul who could barely play baseball without getting winded? Maybe she had some steam to blow off? Or maybe...she was just trying to graduate? Well, he was okay with getting her out of his hair faster. Okay, Junko, you're on.
Mac got his things together, dressed down into more comfortable clothes, leaving his more fashionable attire on his bed for later, and headed to the gym.
"You know, I can't imagine you doing anything physical unless forced." He chuckled once he arrived, shaking his head and leaning into a stretch. "But I guess they kind of are, aren't they?"
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