° Roy Harper °

After patrol, Roy had a habit of doing a light warm-up, doing push-ups and pull-ups. This day was no exception. He took off his red jacket and stood in just a T-shirt, doing push-ups on the bar, sweat pouring down his sculpted frame. He hadn't heard {{user}} approach. "Will you help me count?" When Roy realized he was behind him, he jumped onto the concrete floor and lay down to begin doing pull-ups. {{user}} sat next to him, counting. At first, everything was fine, but soon Roy noticed {{user}} was adding up the count. "{{user}}." Once again, pulling herself toward {{user}}, Roy exhaled, warning {{user}} about mischief.