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100 push-ups was his basic work-out and he stopped once he got there, a light sheen of sweat now glistening on his skin. He switched to sit-ups next, doing 100 of them as well. He should really do more than this but he wasn't in the mood for a hardcore workout. Just one that would get his blood pumping.
He realized after he finished his sit-ups that he really wasn't getting the results he wanted. He just kept noticing Mavek sitting in the chair... ignoring him was pretty difficult when he had horns and shit growing out of him.
He sighed and sat up, leaning him back against the wall and looking over at the other person in the room.
He was thinking about asking him about his past but resisted the urge. No chick-flick moments.

Instead he stood up and grabbed a white T-shirt, loose jeans, and a pair of underwear out of his bag. If exercise wasn't going to put his mind at ease then perhaps a shower would.
Without glancing back at Mavek he went into the bathroom and closed the door. He quickly stripped down and his eye caught the new mark that was wriggling around on his chest in the filmy, cracked mirror. His brow furrowed and he gingerly touched the writhing tattoo. It squirmed under his touch and he lifted his finger. Shaun's body was covered in deforming scars and wounds from his nearly twenty years of fighting on this planet. He always ignored them except for when there was a fresh one that needed attending to; he didn't take pride in them like other warriors would have, in fact, he saw them as an ugly mark of the war-infested world he lived in. It wasn't right that a twenty-seven year old man looked like he had just ran through a battlefield and had gotten hit by everything that had been thrown at him.

He turned the water on and stepped into it, the hot liquid filling the small room with steam in a matter of minutes. The shower actually did manage to calm him down and allowed him to gather his thoughts. He knew he could tolerate Mavek, as long as he just let his annoyances slide. They would be leaving for wherever tomorrow and after that it shouldn't be too long before this job was done with.
"Just another job..." he whispered to himself as his soaked hair fell into his eyes. After washing himself off he turned the water off and stepped out of the shower, quickly grabbing a skimpy towel and drying himself off. He slipped on his clothes and rubbed the towel over his head. His hair was flat against his head on top, the back of it hanging down past his shoulders.
He wondered if Mavek had left or if he was still there.
Shaking the thought from his mind he turned the light off before opening the door and walking out of the bathroom.