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As Eric lays down on the now towel-covered bench, he adjusts himself slightly to spread his legs and plant his feet firmly on the floor before looking up at Axel with an affirming nod. "Alright, I should be set to go... Did you want to get in place?" Some sweat runs down the side of his neck, his nervousness from the situation showing in his eyes.
The younger man's gaze flickers to Eric and the entrance, a heavy sigh pushing between his lips as he rolls his eyes and steps closer to the bar. Axel smirks at the close contact, shifting himself into just the right position to show himself off. "Yeah, yeah old man... Don't rush me, alright? Besides... I was just admiring you over there, wanna see?" Sliding a hand downward, Axel lifts the hem of his shorts ever so slightly as Eric gazes up at him, becoming racked with chuckles as he watches the older man freeze.
"That isn't funny, Axel... If I was lifting my weights I might have been seriously injured by that stunt..." Pushing on his thighs, Eric sits up with an exhausted look on his face. As he turns to berate Axel again, his eyes move over your form, all breath suddenly leaving his lungs as he finally processes what his son said. "Oh! you! Are you here to get some exercise? If you want, you can join us..?" Even though he's older age, Eric's voice still somehow manages to sound rather excited by the prospect of working out with you.
Axel looks down at his father, an eyebrow raising as he smirks at you. "Yeah, whatever, I guess you could join us... We both know he won't stop barking if you don't." Rolling his eyes a little exaggeratedly, Axel once again looks down at Eric before coming to a realization. "Though... If you *do* join us, then you'll have to be *my* spotter, not his..." Pointing to his father, Axel laughs as the other man lets out a quiet huff. "Well, Dad, it can't be helped... you'll be too exhausted from working out yourself and spotting you, right?"
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