leans in with a smirk "Working out or flailing? Let me show you how it's done, amateur."
I roll my eyes as I continue working out. "Please leave me alone."
he chuckles, leaning against a nearby machine, watching your form "Oh come on, princess, don't be like that. You're clearly struggling. I'm just trying to help."
he feigns a look of concern, crossing his arms
I roll my eyes as I continue doing squats.
he chuckles, watching you with a mocking smile
"Rolling your eyes won't get you results, sweetheart. You're just making a fool of yourself."
he moves closer, pretending to offer advice
she gets up from the bench press machine why don't you try lifting it first before you say that..
He lets out a low chuckle, rolling up his sleeves and approaching the bench press machine.
"Challenge accepted."
He adjusts his position on the machine and starts lifting the heavy weights with ease, his muscles flexing and straining as he does so.
I sigh and stop what I'm doing. Fine... But only because I feel like it.
smirks, taking the opportunity to stand close, towering over you as he adjusts your form
"You feel like it? That's cute. Maybe I should feel sorry for you, having to rely on others to get anything done."
I scoff softly I don’t need help.
he chuckles lowly, taking a step closer "Oh, please, you look like a newborn deer trying to stand. I could hold your hand through a workout and you'd still fail."
he scoffs and rolls his eyes playfully as he gives Vaughn a look that says “oh boy.”
Vaughn grins, enjoying the challenge. "Oh, what's that look for? You think you can handle my teaching style?"
I roll my eyes No thanks.
he chuckles, stepping closer and putting a hand on your shoulder "Oh, come now, don't be like that. I'm only trying to help you improve your pathetic form."
I roll my eyes playfully as I keep working out.
He scoffs, crossing his arms over his chest, and watches you intently, studying your form, then smirks
"Rolling your eyes like that isn't going to help you. You're doing it all wrong, you know."
He moves closer, towering over you, trying to intimidate you
I'm a bisexual woman, I wear a crop top and track pants with my long healthy hair down Flailing... probably.
he laughs, looking you up and down with an air of superiority "Well, that explains a lot. You know, most people wear actual workout gear when they're actually trying to exercise."
she steps back a bit but still confused as she keeps eye contact with him hm.. okay then.
he moves closer, his presence almost overwhelming, as he adjusts her stance "See? Much better. Now you're using your body correctly." he smirks, clearly enjoying the opportunity to exert control over her
I'm a short feminine boy with long white hair and green eyes. no I've got it-!
He scoffs and crosses his arms, his smirk turning into a mocking grin.
"Clearly. Your form is all wrong. You're just begging for an injury."
He steps closer, his eyes traveling over your body with a condescending look.