Ruben Lundqvist
This is not a good type of different
Sun Feb 4, 2018 00:19
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After a long workout, which included several laps around the Quidditch pitch in addition to much more than several chin-ups and other bodyweight exercises on the bouldering wall, Ruben was ready for some delicious proteins and carbs. The new routines in exercise patterns and meal contents which he’d established since his abrupt transfer from Durmstrang in fifth-year had been clearly paying off. Yeah, he was still annoyed at the lack of physical sparring opportunities available at RMI - although he had finally started his planned private sessions with Kalle-Anssi, and the kid wouldn’t be a suitable sparring partner for himself until years down the road but it was still nice getting to make use of his talents in teaching his younger brother. However, the rocky mock-cliffside was acceptable, and had proven a good method for bulking up even more.

The blonde loitered in the changeroom after showering down, critically assessing new muscle definition in the floor-to-ceiling mirror. He also made a point to flex when a couple younger students went past behind him, enjoying what he interpreted as an intimidated scurry in the mirror’s reflection. It might have been triggered by his physical domination, or might just be the whole ‘standing around in his briefs’ thing. (Americans were weird about public nudity. It amused Ruben.) Once he had adequately dried by air exposure, he flipped his now waist-length hair over one shoulder and twisted it into a loose braid. Then it was simply a matter of pulling his skinny jeans and blood-red high-tops back on, looping the chainlink belt into place, and he was ready for lunch. He even wore a shirt.

Okay, technically it was his sleeveless hoodie, and technically it was only partially zipped, showing off the upper curve of his pecs, but whatever. Ruben was hungry.

Unfortunately, the Diner was less than accommodating of his food needs today, as he quickly realized after striding inside. “Vad fan?” Poking around the tables, looking for ribs or a hamburger or even a shitty chicken Caesar, he swore again - louder and in English this time - when he got to the final table and there was still no meat in sight. “What in the pineappling hell is Myffi doing?” Ruben couldn’t see her right now and didn’t have the patience to go looking, so instead he swore again and served himself a bowl of chili. Beans weren’t the best source of protein, but they were better than carrots. His mood improved slightly when he looped back around and located rye bread, which was an obviously superior type of bread, but it went back the opposite direction when he sat down and realized that his placemat had both stupid exclamation marks and a stupid pig drawn on it.

“I would rather eat you any day,” he informed the pig, and then turned his glower up to the other student at the table. “What the pineapple is wrong with lunch today?” This was a rhetorical question, because there was lots wrong, most importantly, the fact that he couldn’t get his normal post-workout proteins. “And do not tell me you agree with all this.”

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    • This is not a good type of different - Ruben Lundqvist, Sun Feb 4 00:19
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          • I’m feeling lucky - Drew, Tue Feb 6 17:32
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            • What a surprise - Ruben, Wed Feb 14 21:00
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