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esp_dragonv2) wrote2024-03-02 07:38 pm
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Perks [Exercise]
Fandom: Noblesse
Summary: Frankenstein tries exercise. Badly.
Notes: Night Shift AU where Frankenstein is a scientist and Muzaka is an Alpha assigned to him.
Rating: PG-13
Genre: General
Word count: 2,367
Total word count: 14,208
Status: Work in progress
Muzaka waited in the gym doing some squats as he ran through what exercises he could do with Frankenstein. Nothing strenuous. Just the basics. The very basics since it seemed Frankenstein hadn't done any exercise for a decade, if not more.
The only reasons Muzaka could think of why Frankenstein wasn't heavier was because he used up so much energy using his brain and because he skipped so many meals while thinking up more more ideas.
Muzaka looked over when he heard the door open and - "Uh, Boss?" That wasn't...
"Yes?" Frankenstein said as he walked over. In a new suit. Frankenstein had definitely changed, the jacket and trousers a different colour. But it was still a suit.
"What're you wearin'?" As if the answer would make sense to Muzaka.
Frankenstein looked down, frowning. "A set of comfortable clothes, like you asked."
"That-" Well, shit. He had said that. "I can...see how you came to that conclusion." To Frankenstein, a suit was comfortable - they just had different definitions of what 'comfortable' was and what for.
"I meant clothes you can exercise easily in."
A blank look.
"Loose clothing."
The blank look stayed. "These are loose."
"For a suit, sure," Muzaka agreed. Frankenstein's clothes were fitted, but not enough to be skin tight. "But are ya gonna be able to-" He cut himself off with a sigh. "All right. We'll try it out and you see how it feels."
Muzaka knew how stubborn Frankenstein was and that Frankenstein didn't do things just because he was told to. Frankenstein might even try to do the whole session in a suit. He would regret it in the morning though.
Frankenstein smiled, pleased.
Muzaka's eyes drifted down to Frankenstein's dress shoes. "We can start our warm up with a jog." They wouldn't go fast enough that Frankenstein had a chance of hurting himself.
Probably.
* * *
"We'll slow down there," Muzaka said, keeping an eye on Frankenstein. While Frankenstein hadn't fallen over and sprained his ankle, Muzaka was starting to wonder if Frankenstein's heart would give out first instead if they carried on any longer with how red Frankenstein's face was and how hard he was huffing and puffing.
"I thought...you said..." Frankenstein said as he tried to catch his breath, flopping onto the floor, "a warm up?"
Muzaka nudged Frankenstein's side with a foot. "You need to keep moving rather than comin' to a complete stop - you'll feel worse if you do."
Frankenstein glared at him, red faced and sweat trailing down the side of his face. "Need I remind you... that I'm not...an Alpha and can't...do the same feats of...endurance as you?"
Well. He had enough breath in his lungs to chew Muzaka out.
Muzaka sighed, looking around the gym. They'd done one circuit around the room and it had only been a minute or so of jogging.
Yeah, he would really have to scale back a lot on the exercises.
"I know that," Muzaka said.
"Hmph." Frankenstein continued grumbling as he pulled his shoes off, hissing when they were freed.
Muzaka hid a smile. "They're not that comfortable now, are they?"
Frankenstein scowled. "Forgive me if I don't have a large variation in clothes that I have no use for."
"So now you got a reason to go out and buy new clothes." Fuck knew how much money Frankenstein was sitting on with how much he was getting paid. But did he really only have suits? Nothing else?
Frankenstein really only lived to work, huh.
"I've got a spare set of clothes if you want something actually comfortable," Muzaka continued. "I don't have another pair of shoes though." It was doubtful they would fit anyway.
Muzaka saw Frankenstein wrinkle his nose.
"They're clean, honest." Though that could be another word where they had different definitions for - Muzaka couldn't remember how long the clothes had been lying in his locker.
Frankenstein pursed his lips, tugging at his collar and then undoing the top button. "Very well."
Not exactly enthusiastic, but it was something.
Muzaka lead Frankenstein back to the changing room and pulled out his clothes.
Frankenstein held them, his hand still outstretched as Muzaka leaned against a locker, waiting.
"You, uh, gonna change?" Muzaka asked when Frankenstein didn't move, staring at Muzaka. Had Frankenstein changed his mind?
"Are you going to leave?" Frankenstein said, scowling.
...Oh. Right. Muzaka straightened and headed for the door. "I'll see you outside." Another reminder Frankenstein was a civilian and still had body shyness; Muzaka hadn't had that even before he went into training, and everything else that followed once he was in Augur meant he'd gotten used to having no privacy.
It wasn't like they'd seen each other naked before, even with all the fun they'd had since they were usually stolen moments and not needing to strip down fully or with good lighting.
Muzaka wasn't waiting for long and when Frankenstein reappeared, while Muzaka was only a bit taller than Frankenstein, it was clear the clothes were several sizes too big, making Frankenstein appear even smaller.
Frankenstein was frowning, but at least the flush to his cheeks had settled down.
"Feel like you can move easier in that?"
"I suppose..." Frankenstein said, lifting a leg.
Well then. Time to get started. Muzaka had a few other ideas what they could try, but he would need to find out Frankenstein's baseline first.
* * *
Frankenstein narrowed his eyes at Muzaka. "I thought you said we were exercising."
Muzaka stepped away from the wall, gesturing for Frankenstein to copy what he'd just done. "Stretchin' in exercisin', and I'm trying to start slow." It wasn't his fault Frankenstein's only exercise was walking from his desk to the lab.
Frankenstein stood against the wall. And frowned. He tilted his head up, his back arching in response. "What-?"
"Arms too," Muzaka reminded, already knowing what the outcome would be.
Frankenstein winced when he raised his arms to lay them flat against the wall. Tried to, his back arching even more to keep them there. His arms barely moved when he tried to slide them upwards.
"Yeah, okay," Muzaka said, stepping closer to guide Frankenstein's hips closer to the wall. "Just hold that position for 5 seconds."
Even that was long enough to make Frankenstein's breath hitch, and Frankenstein stumbled forward when Muzaka let go. "How-" He attempted to say something but kept switching before he finished.
"You're a desk jockey, Boss," Muzaka said with a shrug. "Even when you're in the lab you're hunched over some screen or vial. That stretch has got nothin' to do with Alpha strength or endurance."
Frankeinstein kept frowning, sizing Muzaka up.
They should move onto the next exercise. Muzaka would usually go for three sets, but he wasn't sure if Frankenstein would be able to handle that, and while pushing Frankenstein to his limits was fun, the whole point of this was to try and turn exercise into a habit, which wouldn't happen if Frankenstein hated it or Muzaka.
* * *
It was still extremely fun to see Frankenstein out of his element and learning from Muzaka. Trying to learn from Muzaka.
"So you said you thought it looked 'easy enough'?" Muzaka said, quoting what Frankenstein had said just a minute before as he watched Frankenstein pick his face off the mat. Muzaka's top was loose enough that it slipped over Frankenstein's shoulder to reveal more skin before Frankenstein straightened it with a scowl.
It was fun seeing Frankenstein out of his element for once.
"For you, probably," Frankenstein grumbled, getting into position again.
"I'd say...try to do both sides and then we can move onto the next exercise." Just getting Frankenstein to try it out was enough, and there was no way he would be able to hold the position right now. Not yet, anyway.
Frankenstein paused, lifting his head to study Muzaka. "How many would be the normal amount?"
Of course Frankenstein would pick up on that. "This is mostly a hold but-" He kept going, Frankenstein narrowing his eyes, seeing that Muzaka was stalling. "-the usual set number is three."
"Three?" Frankenstein spluttered, making him faceplant onto the mat again. Maybe they should just start with all limbs on the mat...
And that was exactly why Muzaka said one set at a time. Even that should be enough for Frankenstein.
"I'm not an Alpha," Frankenstein repeated as he tried to get up again.
Muzaka exhaled, wondering if this was how Frankenstein felt dealing with other scientists. "Boss, I know. Alpha measurements would be in additional speed or weights - right now you're not using any weights." Just his own body weight, which was more than enough.
Frankenstein stared at him in distrust before turning away with a grumble. But he kept trying to do the exercise rather than quitting. That was something.
* * *
Frankenstein panted on the mat, dripping in sweat, his muscles twitching.
"Good session!" Muzaka said, dropping down next to him with a grin.
All he got was a low groan in response, making Muzaka grin harder.
Frankenstein was done and there was no way he would be doing anything else. Muzaka's eyes drifted over to the changing room door. Since they would be stripping off to change anyway... It would be nice to see Frankenstein's face in better lighting while they fucked. "Sooo-"
"You have - done more than-" Another deep breath. "-enough to tire me out. I don't - dammit. I don't want any more 'exercise' today."
Shame. "It'd be good though! We need a cool-down ex-"
"We don't want that," Frankenstein snapped, glaring at him.
Muzaka leaned back on his hands and laughed. "Fine, fine, Boss. You go first." Since Frankenstein was bodyshy and all.
"Hmph." Frankenstein laboriously rolled to his feet, huffing with each movement. His stride as he walked away was definitely shorter, his movements stiffer.
Even if they didn't fuck later on, Frankenstein was going to feel it in the morning.
* * *
Muzaka checked his phone while he sat in Frankenstein's office. Again. The time hadn't changed.
Frankenstein was late.
He was never late. Not for work.
Muzaka wasn't sure if Frankenstein even went home some nights, Frankenstein still in the office when Muzaka left and Frankenstein already in his chair with a cold cup of coffee next to him when Muzaka came in the next morning.
Held up in traffic? Wasn't likely since Frankenstein travelled when the roads were quiet (or again, didn't even leave the building).
Maybe something had happened...? Should he have escorted Frankenstein home? Should he have been doing that this entire time?
Had Frankenstein been-?
Muzaka exhaled, hearing footsteps approaching the door. Whew.
He twisted around, straddling the chair as he grinned. "Didn't think I'd..." His grin faded as he straightened, standing up. "Sir."
Short black hair streaked with grey, a permanent 5 o'clock shadow, with a dark suit that was a world away from Frankenstein's bright colours.
Dr Angelo Volta. Frankenstein's boss and poster boy for the Alpha project.
"Muzaka," Angelo greeted, nodding towards him. "You're waiting for Frankenstein?"
"Uh, yeah." Should he cover for Frankenstein? It wasn't like Frankenstein was normally late. "He'll be-"
"Won't be coming in today," Angelo finished for him. He peered at Muzaka, studying him. "What did you do to Frankenstein yesterday?"
Shit. Had they been caught? They'd been careful with their moments snatched together, but they'd gotten pretty relaxed since their relationship hadn't been noticed so far.
Was Frankenstein in trouble since he was Muzaka's boss? But then why hadn't Muzaka been pulled up too?
...Wait.
They hadn't fucked yesterday.
What had they done yesterday?
...
Oh.
"I'd helped Frankenstein start exercising?" Muzaka saw the small amused glint in Angelo's eyes as his lips twitched. "He's not moving for the next week, is he?" Even the stretches had been too much for Frankenstein, oops. Muzaka knew it would be bad, but not that bad.
"I must congratulate you on being able to make Frankenstein take a day off. He hasn't done that since he started working here."
Frankenstein had to have been boarded in early and... That was a long time to never take a break. No wonder Frankenstein was so twitchy. "Heh, no problem, sir."
But was that good for Muzaka? If he'd made Frankenstein lose time or thrown off some research, Frankenstein was going to be pissed.
"I hear you're meant to be recovering yourself," Angelo continued.
Muzaka shrugged. "The explosion wasn't that big. I healed and I thought Frankenstein was in." What else was he meant to do? Sit in his room and stare at the wall? When he could at least do something with Frankenstein. Or do Frankenstein?
Angelo didn't answer straight away, and huh, had he answered wrong? "I was meaning your transformation...incident."
"Oh." That. There had been enough time since then that it had sort of faded from Muzaka's mind since nothing else seemed to have changed. "Frabkenstein was keeping an eye on that too."
Angelo hummed. Still, it was better than the other scientists who edged away from him as soon as they realised who he was. Maybe because Angelo knew Frankenstein's work or something.
"Hey, sir?" Muzaka said, looking around, trying to see if there was anyone else with him.
"Yes?"
"Is Apollo and Zeus with you?" He couldn't hear any quick click of claws in the corridor and seeing the two dobermanns always brightened Muzaka's day.
A more relaxed smile spread across Angelo's face and he shook his head. "They're home today, unfortunately."
Damn.
"But they do seem to enjoy your company."
"Well tell 'em I do too!" Muzaka was still checking if animals had changed how they acted towards him since the incident. As far as he could tell, things were the same.
"I will. In the meantime, you should be resting also," Angelo said, his tone dry.
Muzaka saluted. "Yes, sir. With Frankenstein not here, it's basically a holiday anyway."
Angelo left with a shake of the head.
Hm. Since he had a free day now, he could make better use of the gym...
Summary: Frankenstein tries exercise. Badly.
Notes: Night Shift AU where Frankenstein is a scientist and Muzaka is an Alpha assigned to him.
Rating: PG-13
Genre: General
Word count: 2,367
Total word count: 14,208
Status: Work in progress
Muzaka waited in the gym doing some squats as he ran through what exercises he could do with Frankenstein. Nothing strenuous. Just the basics. The very basics since it seemed Frankenstein hadn't done any exercise for a decade, if not more.
The only reasons Muzaka could think of why Frankenstein wasn't heavier was because he used up so much energy using his brain and because he skipped so many meals while thinking up more more ideas.
Muzaka looked over when he heard the door open and - "Uh, Boss?" That wasn't...
"Yes?" Frankenstein said as he walked over. In a new suit. Frankenstein had definitely changed, the jacket and trousers a different colour. But it was still a suit.
"What're you wearin'?" As if the answer would make sense to Muzaka.
Frankenstein looked down, frowning. "A set of comfortable clothes, like you asked."
"That-" Well, shit. He had said that. "I can...see how you came to that conclusion." To Frankenstein, a suit was comfortable - they just had different definitions of what 'comfortable' was and what for.
"I meant clothes you can exercise easily in."
A blank look.
"Loose clothing."
The blank look stayed. "These are loose."
"For a suit, sure," Muzaka agreed. Frankenstein's clothes were fitted, but not enough to be skin tight. "But are ya gonna be able to-" He cut himself off with a sigh. "All right. We'll try it out and you see how it feels."
Muzaka knew how stubborn Frankenstein was and that Frankenstein didn't do things just because he was told to. Frankenstein might even try to do the whole session in a suit. He would regret it in the morning though.
Frankenstein smiled, pleased.
Muzaka's eyes drifted down to Frankenstein's dress shoes. "We can start our warm up with a jog." They wouldn't go fast enough that Frankenstein had a chance of hurting himself.
Probably.
"We'll slow down there," Muzaka said, keeping an eye on Frankenstein. While Frankenstein hadn't fallen over and sprained his ankle, Muzaka was starting to wonder if Frankenstein's heart would give out first instead if they carried on any longer with how red Frankenstein's face was and how hard he was huffing and puffing.
"I thought...you said..." Frankenstein said as he tried to catch his breath, flopping onto the floor, "a warm up?"
Muzaka nudged Frankenstein's side with a foot. "You need to keep moving rather than comin' to a complete stop - you'll feel worse if you do."
Frankenstein glared at him, red faced and sweat trailing down the side of his face. "Need I remind you... that I'm not...an Alpha and can't...do the same feats of...endurance as you?"
Well. He had enough breath in his lungs to chew Muzaka out.
Muzaka sighed, looking around the gym. They'd done one circuit around the room and it had only been a minute or so of jogging.
Yeah, he would really have to scale back a lot on the exercises.
"I know that," Muzaka said.
"Hmph." Frankenstein continued grumbling as he pulled his shoes off, hissing when they were freed.
Muzaka hid a smile. "They're not that comfortable now, are they?"
Frankenstein scowled. "Forgive me if I don't have a large variation in clothes that I have no use for."
"So now you got a reason to go out and buy new clothes." Fuck knew how much money Frankenstein was sitting on with how much he was getting paid. But did he really only have suits? Nothing else?
Frankenstein really only lived to work, huh.
"I've got a spare set of clothes if you want something actually comfortable," Muzaka continued. "I don't have another pair of shoes though." It was doubtful they would fit anyway.
Muzaka saw Frankenstein wrinkle his nose.
"They're clean, honest." Though that could be another word where they had different definitions for - Muzaka couldn't remember how long the clothes had been lying in his locker.
Frankenstein pursed his lips, tugging at his collar and then undoing the top button. "Very well."
Not exactly enthusiastic, but it was something.
Muzaka lead Frankenstein back to the changing room and pulled out his clothes.
Frankenstein held them, his hand still outstretched as Muzaka leaned against a locker, waiting.
"You, uh, gonna change?" Muzaka asked when Frankenstein didn't move, staring at Muzaka. Had Frankenstein changed his mind?
"Are you going to leave?" Frankenstein said, scowling.
...Oh. Right. Muzaka straightened and headed for the door. "I'll see you outside." Another reminder Frankenstein was a civilian and still had body shyness; Muzaka hadn't had that even before he went into training, and everything else that followed once he was in Augur meant he'd gotten used to having no privacy.
It wasn't like they'd seen each other naked before, even with all the fun they'd had since they were usually stolen moments and not needing to strip down fully or with good lighting.
Muzaka wasn't waiting for long and when Frankenstein reappeared, while Muzaka was only a bit taller than Frankenstein, it was clear the clothes were several sizes too big, making Frankenstein appear even smaller.
Frankenstein was frowning, but at least the flush to his cheeks had settled down.
"Feel like you can move easier in that?"
"I suppose..." Frankenstein said, lifting a leg.
Well then. Time to get started. Muzaka had a few other ideas what they could try, but he would need to find out Frankenstein's baseline first.
Frankenstein narrowed his eyes at Muzaka. "I thought you said we were exercising."
Muzaka stepped away from the wall, gesturing for Frankenstein to copy what he'd just done. "Stretchin' in exercisin', and I'm trying to start slow." It wasn't his fault Frankenstein's only exercise was walking from his desk to the lab.
Frankenstein stood against the wall. And frowned. He tilted his head up, his back arching in response. "What-?"
"Arms too," Muzaka reminded, already knowing what the outcome would be.
Frankenstein winced when he raised his arms to lay them flat against the wall. Tried to, his back arching even more to keep them there. His arms barely moved when he tried to slide them upwards.
"Yeah, okay," Muzaka said, stepping closer to guide Frankenstein's hips closer to the wall. "Just hold that position for 5 seconds."
Even that was long enough to make Frankenstein's breath hitch, and Frankenstein stumbled forward when Muzaka let go. "How-" He attempted to say something but kept switching before he finished.
"You're a desk jockey, Boss," Muzaka said with a shrug. "Even when you're in the lab you're hunched over some screen or vial. That stretch has got nothin' to do with Alpha strength or endurance."
Frankeinstein kept frowning, sizing Muzaka up.
They should move onto the next exercise. Muzaka would usually go for three sets, but he wasn't sure if Frankenstein would be able to handle that, and while pushing Frankenstein to his limits was fun, the whole point of this was to try and turn exercise into a habit, which wouldn't happen if Frankenstein hated it or Muzaka.
It was still extremely fun to see Frankenstein out of his element and learning from Muzaka. Trying to learn from Muzaka.
"So you said you thought it looked 'easy enough'?" Muzaka said, quoting what Frankenstein had said just a minute before as he watched Frankenstein pick his face off the mat. Muzaka's top was loose enough that it slipped over Frankenstein's shoulder to reveal more skin before Frankenstein straightened it with a scowl.
It was fun seeing Frankenstein out of his element for once.
"For you, probably," Frankenstein grumbled, getting into position again.
"I'd say...try to do both sides and then we can move onto the next exercise." Just getting Frankenstein to try it out was enough, and there was no way he would be able to hold the position right now. Not yet, anyway.
Frankenstein paused, lifting his head to study Muzaka. "How many would be the normal amount?"
Of course Frankenstein would pick up on that. "This is mostly a hold but-" He kept going, Frankenstein narrowing his eyes, seeing that Muzaka was stalling. "-the usual set number is three."
"Three?" Frankenstein spluttered, making him faceplant onto the mat again. Maybe they should just start with all limbs on the mat...
And that was exactly why Muzaka said one set at a time. Even that should be enough for Frankenstein.
"I'm not an Alpha," Frankenstein repeated as he tried to get up again.
Muzaka exhaled, wondering if this was how Frankenstein felt dealing with other scientists. "Boss, I know. Alpha measurements would be in additional speed or weights - right now you're not using any weights." Just his own body weight, which was more than enough.
Frankenstein stared at him in distrust before turning away with a grumble. But he kept trying to do the exercise rather than quitting. That was something.
Frankenstein panted on the mat, dripping in sweat, his muscles twitching.
"Good session!" Muzaka said, dropping down next to him with a grin.
All he got was a low groan in response, making Muzaka grin harder.
Frankenstein was done and there was no way he would be doing anything else. Muzaka's eyes drifted over to the changing room door. Since they would be stripping off to change anyway... It would be nice to see Frankenstein's face in better lighting while they fucked. "Sooo-"
"You have - done more than-" Another deep breath. "-enough to tire me out. I don't - dammit. I don't want any more 'exercise' today."
Shame. "It'd be good though! We need a cool-down ex-"
"We don't want that," Frankenstein snapped, glaring at him.
Muzaka leaned back on his hands and laughed. "Fine, fine, Boss. You go first." Since Frankenstein was bodyshy and all.
"Hmph." Frankenstein laboriously rolled to his feet, huffing with each movement. His stride as he walked away was definitely shorter, his movements stiffer.
Even if they didn't fuck later on, Frankenstein was going to feel it in the morning.
Muzaka checked his phone while he sat in Frankenstein's office. Again. The time hadn't changed.
Frankenstein was late.
He was never late. Not for work.
Muzaka wasn't sure if Frankenstein even went home some nights, Frankenstein still in the office when Muzaka left and Frankenstein already in his chair with a cold cup of coffee next to him when Muzaka came in the next morning.
Held up in traffic? Wasn't likely since Frankenstein travelled when the roads were quiet (or again, didn't even leave the building).
Maybe something had happened...? Should he have escorted Frankenstein home? Should he have been doing that this entire time?
Had Frankenstein been-?
Muzaka exhaled, hearing footsteps approaching the door. Whew.
He twisted around, straddling the chair as he grinned. "Didn't think I'd..." His grin faded as he straightened, standing up. "Sir."
Short black hair streaked with grey, a permanent 5 o'clock shadow, with a dark suit that was a world away from Frankenstein's bright colours.
Dr Angelo Volta. Frankenstein's boss and poster boy for the Alpha project.
"Muzaka," Angelo greeted, nodding towards him. "You're waiting for Frankenstein?"
"Uh, yeah." Should he cover for Frankenstein? It wasn't like Frankenstein was normally late. "He'll be-"
"Won't be coming in today," Angelo finished for him. He peered at Muzaka, studying him. "What did you do to Frankenstein yesterday?"
Shit. Had they been caught? They'd been careful with their moments snatched together, but they'd gotten pretty relaxed since their relationship hadn't been noticed so far.
Was Frankenstein in trouble since he was Muzaka's boss? But then why hadn't Muzaka been pulled up too?
...Wait.
They hadn't fucked yesterday.
What had they done yesterday?
...
Oh.
"I'd helped Frankenstein start exercising?" Muzaka saw the small amused glint in Angelo's eyes as his lips twitched. "He's not moving for the next week, is he?" Even the stretches had been too much for Frankenstein, oops. Muzaka knew it would be bad, but not that bad.
"I must congratulate you on being able to make Frankenstein take a day off. He hasn't done that since he started working here."
Frankenstein had to have been boarded in early and... That was a long time to never take a break. No wonder Frankenstein was so twitchy. "Heh, no problem, sir."
But was that good for Muzaka? If he'd made Frankenstein lose time or thrown off some research, Frankenstein was going to be pissed.
"I hear you're meant to be recovering yourself," Angelo continued.
Muzaka shrugged. "The explosion wasn't that big. I healed and I thought Frankenstein was in." What else was he meant to do? Sit in his room and stare at the wall? When he could at least do something with Frankenstein. Or do Frankenstein?
Angelo didn't answer straight away, and huh, had he answered wrong? "I was meaning your transformation...incident."
"Oh." That. There had been enough time since then that it had sort of faded from Muzaka's mind since nothing else seemed to have changed. "Frabkenstein was keeping an eye on that too."
Angelo hummed. Still, it was better than the other scientists who edged away from him as soon as they realised who he was. Maybe because Angelo knew Frankenstein's work or something.
"Hey, sir?" Muzaka said, looking around, trying to see if there was anyone else with him.
"Yes?"
"Is Apollo and Zeus with you?" He couldn't hear any quick click of claws in the corridor and seeing the two dobermanns always brightened Muzaka's day.
A more relaxed smile spread across Angelo's face and he shook his head. "They're home today, unfortunately."
Damn.
"But they do seem to enjoy your company."
"Well tell 'em I do too!" Muzaka was still checking if animals had changed how they acted towards him since the incident. As far as he could tell, things were the same.
"I will. In the meantime, you should be resting also," Angelo said, his tone dry.
Muzaka saluted. "Yes, sir. With Frankenstein not here, it's basically a holiday anyway."
Angelo left with a shake of the head.
Hm. Since he had a free day now, he could make better use of the gym...