Tuesday

Sour Sweet bent over as she caught her breath. Three laps had come and gone rather fast. She wasn’t trying to beat her best time or anything, but the sooner she was done exercising her legs the sooner she could move onto another body part. That was the nice thing about free gym days.

The sound of panting and wheezing caught her attention. She looked up to see Moondancer doing the lightest jog possible past her. Remembering what Indigo and the others had said, she rolled her shoulders and jogged up alongside her.

“Hey there, Moondancer, right?” she asked.

Moondancer huffed and only nodded, her gaze focused dead ahead.

“You’re, uh, not sounding too good there,” Sour said, muttering. “Rather loud, actually.”

“School… mandated… exercise… the worst,” Moondancer panted out between breaths.

“Yeah, I know,” Sour said. “But you look like you’re seriously struggling here.” Her voice dropped. “Do you even exercise?”

“No,” Moondancer huffed, shooting a glare at her.

“Really? Not even at home?”

Moondancer shook her head, and her long hair wagged like a tail behind her. “Just… sit… read… take notes…”

“Well, you don’t seem to get a lot of legwork in,” Sour noted. “At all.”

Moondancer didn’t reply. Instead, she seemed to try and pick up the pace. Fortunately for Sour, she was still able to keep up.

“Maybe switch to something else,” Sour suggested, muttering. “And get some water before your lungs shrivel.”

The two slowed to a halt by the outdoor water fountains. Moondancer bent over the taller one and spent a solid minute guzzling down water. When she finished and wiped her mouth, she was still panting.

“What… did you… have in mind?” she said, not looking up at Sour Sweet.

“Follow me,” Sour said, beckoning her with one hand.

On wobbly legs, Moondancer followed Sour over to one of the outdoor buildings. Inside was a variety of exercise equipment and racks of dumbbells and weights for barbells.

“Maybe do some arm exercises,” Sour suggested, picking up a pair of 50 pound dumbbells and jerking her head towards the rest of the rack. “You could even do them while you read at home.”

Moondancer frowned at Sour’s choice of weights as Sour started curling them, before turning her attention to the rack. “Yeah, sure. Thanks, uh…” She looked back to Sour expectantly.

“Sour Sweet,” Sour said, handling the weights with relative ease.

Moondancer nodded and turned back to the dumbbells, carefully looking between them, before plucking up two 25 pound ones and walking over to a nearby bench. She sat down and began slowly curling them one at a time.

Sour Sweet watched her go, sighing to herself. This friendship thing seemed harder than she’d thought it’d be.

Author's Note

It's been pointed out to me a few times now that Sour Sweet's arrow shot in Friendship Games means she has quite a bit of strength. I figured carrying all those books around also meant Moondancer wasn't a complete pushover either.

Could use some leg days though.

-The Legendary Bill Cipher