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[ it's 2am and dutch gets a video sent to her phone, a poorly lit and poorly filmed avi that's probably stuck in portrait mode. it's three or four minutes long, but it shows derek going through a few sets of his usual work out - he hasn't been here long enough to really buy some decent gym equipment, but the pushups don't need anything, and the apartment he lives in is sturdy enough to hold him when he runs pull ups on the doorframes.

there's nothing particularly explicit about the video, but he gets sick of his jeans halfway through and throws them somewhere behind the camera, so there's that, at least. sure, he's ripped as fuck and those black boxerbriefs are a little too small for him, but it's... mostly just embarrassing how he keeps looking at himself in the phone like he's trying to check out how he looks.

he does it a lot. there's posing. flexing, specifically. pretty bad. ]

[ well. well.

going by the way he fills out those black boxerbriefs, she figures the answer to her question is that yeah, his dick is nice. and he's ripped as fuck. it's not a bad look at all, except for the posing and flexing. that's a bit embarrassing. ]

nice arms
boring routine, though

[ oh, hey, it's this idiot. derek's just towelling down after his post-workout shower when he checks his phone and frowns. is this girl stalking him? why does he already have a stalker, jesus christ. he pokes through his inbox, checks his outbox, finds the proof his phone sent a video. he's not embarrassed, but he is annoyed. ]

Hey, go fuck yourself. Bet yours isn't any better.

[ he does agree with her about his arms, but you know, can't be a grumpy asshole if he validates her. ]

[ hey now, it's not dutch's fault her mun's greedy. no stalking here.]

wanna bet?

I'm not much of a gambling man.

[ read: "i'm better than you, my routine is better than you, i am excellent, eat shit". grade A flirting achieved. ]

why not
scared?

[ "i'm the best, period. you eat shit." truly a romance for the ages, this. ]

More like... bored?
Or maybe just confident. Confident enough to not need validation from someone who probably thinks twenty minutes of cardio counts as a "routine".

[ she was probably talking about fucking. there is every chance here that this girl's routine is fucking hot dudes who send her videos of themselves working out, and derek is blowing it. it's fine, it's fine, he can bounce back. ]

[ fucking is great cardio and she's very decidedly not opposed to fucking hot dudes, whether or not they send her videos of themselves working out or not.

but oh boy is he wrong about her workouts. ]

that's cute
i'm almost tempted to wipe the floor with you, just to show you how wrong you are
but with that routine, maybe you're not worth my time

[ sparring and fucking are both good for stress relief and dutch is feeling plenty stressed in this city. ]

You know, I don't exactly limit myself to pull-ups and crunches.
I'm making do with what I have available.

[ if there were woods for him to barrel through until he passed out or bad guys with bones in need of breaking, that'd be one thing, but duplicity has deprived him of anything particularly fun.

that being said. ]

I've spent my entire life fighting.
You're not going to wipe the floor with me.

[ that's a tacit acceptance of her challenge. if you can't tell. ]

[ i've spent my entire life fighting he writes and dutch almost types back me too. it's the truth: she's been a weapon before she was anything else. some days, she thinks that's still all that she is, all that she can be. ]

we'll see about that

[ when and where? ]

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