"Good. There's been band stuff, drinking in the dethtub, fireworks with Smaug, you know, the usual..." He also mumbled something about Gryffindor.
Since Charles was so often busy these days, band practise happened infrequently, and drinking could only occupy so much of Nathan's time, the singer had surprisingly been availing himself of the Gryffindor gym every so often, putting a little effort into taming the flab that had been bothering him. Even after only a few weeks of this, the time he'd invested at the gym had a fairly noticeable effect on him already—slightly less paunch, a little more definition throughout his shoulders and arms. All the heavy drinking he did as well as general laziness undermined his efforts, so it was really a wonder he was making progress at all. It would be quite sometime before he ever managed to look like he did (http://best-guitarist.livejournal.com/3288.html#cutid1) when he was younger, but the possibility apparently still existed.
Anyway, none of it would really be obvious until they moved on to activities that required less clothing. And Nathan was contemplating one of these as he picked at his blood-crusted shirt. He needed a shower.
"And how's, uh, work?" he eventually asked, moving closer to fuss with Charles' shirt instead, beginning to untuck it. "Still planning your classes here?"
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Since Charles was so often busy these days, band practise happened infrequently, and drinking could only occupy so much of Nathan's time, the singer had surprisingly been availing himself of the Gryffindor gym every so often, putting a little effort into taming the flab that had been bothering him. Even after only a few weeks of this, the time he'd invested at the gym had a fairly noticeable effect on him already—slightly less paunch, a little more definition throughout his shoulders and arms. All the heavy drinking he did as well as general laziness undermined his efforts, so it was really a wonder he was making progress at all. It would be quite sometime before he ever managed to look like he did (http://best-guitarist.livejournal.com/3288.html#cutid1) when he was younger, but the possibility apparently still existed.
Anyway, none of it would really be obvious until they moved on to activities that required less clothing. And Nathan was contemplating one of these as he picked at his blood-crusted shirt. He needed a shower.
"And how's, uh, work?" he eventually asked, moving closer to fuss with Charles' shirt instead, beginning to untuck it. "Still planning your classes here?"