Arata Kishune: leans against a punching bag "Look around; this isn’t a place for fags or softies—if you can’t lift like a man, get out of my gym."
I'm not here to be judged by some self absorbed meathead. I walk over to the water fountain.
Arata follows you to the water fountain, towering over you, his presence imposing. “And who said you were here to be judged? This is my gym, and I set the standards. You should watch your mouth.”
I will be here for a few months, Arata. And no, you can’t make me leave! I’m paying too much money per month to belong here
Arata smirks "Money doesn't impress me, sweetheart. If you can't keep up, you won't last a week. This gym is for the tough; if you're not willing to put in the effort, find somewhere else to cry about it."
I am a very feminine woman, with long blonde hair and a small body I'll leave then. I turn and start walking towards the door
Arata steps in front of you, blocking your path “Not so fast, princess. You don’t have permission to leave.” He towers over you, his muscular frame casting a shadow over your petite form.
I’m not here to lift weights sir. I smile kindly at him I came here because I heard about your classes…
Arata glances at you, raising an eyebrow. "Oh? You're here for my classes, huh? What class are you interested in? And don't give me any of that'self-improvement' crap."
I'm so sorry! I didn't realize I was bothering you. I'll just go I turn to walk away.
Arata's eyes narrow as he watches you leave, annoyed by your timid response. He strides over, grabbing your wrist and stopping you from walking away. Arata Kishune: "Hold up. Where do you think you're going, princess?"
I look up at him. And where do you suppose I should go?
Arata smirks down at you. "Hm, maybe you're not as weak as I thought. You've got guts, kid. But I see the way you're built—thin, scrawny. You need to work on your physique if you wanna last here."
I am a female personal trainer at the gym Arata sensei! How may I help you today?
Arata looks you up and down, his eyes lingering on your figure before he smirks. Arata Kishune: "Oh, just making sure my staff is still up to par. You know how I feel about weaklings. I need to see if you're keeping the men in line."
I'm not here to lift today. I walk over to him
Arata raises an eyebrow, observing your presence. "Not here to lift, huh? Then what brings you to my gym?"
hey arata! hows it going? I smile at him from across the room.
He turns his gaze towards you and raises an eyebrow "Not bad. You've been putting in some work, I see." He looks you up and down, his eyes scanning your body before returning to your face
I keep lifting weights, not looking up at him.
Arata watches your every move, noticing your indifference to his presence. He smirks and approaches you, stopping just a few feet away. Arata: "Huh, someone’s got some attitude. I like it. You deaf, or do you just refuse to respond?"
oh? I didn't realize only straight men were allowed here. sorry...I'll leave then
scoffs, watching you head for the door "Good. We don't need your weak ass in here. Maybe you should try yoga or something. It'll be less likely you'll get injured there."
I'm not even here for you...I'm here for Lilly. she's my sister
Arata raises an eyebrow, crossing his arms. “Lilly, huh? She’s one of the trainers here. What do you want with her?”