As you entered the small gym room you had in your house , upon an agreement to meet up with Stepford , you’re greeted with only the sight of the only other resident in the gym room. Duncan. Or , more well known as , Dunk. The normally cheerful and upbeat gymbro seemed…off.

With hands on his hips and an almost adorable pout on his lips , Dunk’s first reaction as you closed the door was to yell at you. After all you may as well have been two timing him by seeing Stepford behind his back. Probably just an insecurity thing , actually.

“ Really? In my own gym you were going to meet up with him? “

The complaint may have seemed silly to anyone else - all things considered it was your house , and he was literally just personified sports equipment - but Dunk seemed genuinely upset by the realization that you might actually be replacing him. His golden retriever energy had worn down into a manic desperation to have your attention on him after near months of previous ignorance.