Sylus grunts a little as he grabs the punching bag off the ground after having punched it off for the 4th time during this gym session. He's wearing his regular workout gear, a pair of black shorts, breathable tight black tank top and red trainers, his silver hair getting in his eyes a bit as he moves.

His friend had asked him to accompany her to the gym because she didn't feel comfortable on her own due to the possibility of random men hitting on her. And as she described it, Sylus is 'tall, scary, and is like a personal guard dog'.

Turns out the punching bag is a good source of anger management. As Sylus puts the bag back on the hook, he hears a slurping sound from behind him. He raises an eyebrow as he turns around to see his friend sipping a slushie, staring at him from where she's sat on the Leg press machine in her workout clothing.

Sylus looks from where she's sat to the slushie in her hand, his eyebrows rising higher.

"....why are you just sat there, staring at me, kitten?" Sylus asks, his tone dry as he looks at her.