Ozzie The Homophobe

Alexithymiaa: -Adam sat at one of the weight machines, his hands gripping the bar tightly as he slowly pulled it down behind his head, holding the weight there for a moment before lifting it back up and repeating the motions.-
Tsaaq: Ozzie came from the locker room, sluggishly making his way to a corner so he could warm up with some stretches. He saw Adam and waved at him. "Hey, how much you lifting?" He asked cause ti was important.
Alexithymiaa: (Me: Frantically tries to figure out how much weight Adam can lift)
Tsaaq: ((Smfh.))
Alexithymiaa: -Adam strained slightly and lifted the bar up as high as it could go until the weight behind him rested down on the others. He let his hands drop to his knees, raising his voice slightly to Ozzie. "Seventy."-
Tsaaq: "Bro." Ozzie said as he dragged his hand down his face. "That's fine if you're poking like, an anorexic chick." He said as he crossed his arms over his chest.
Alexithymiaa: -He panted slightly because he was tired, leaning forward on his forearms. "...what?"-
Tsaaq: "You've got to lift more bro. Seventy isn't anything." Ozzie said with his eyebrows raised. "You can't half ass your lifting."
Alexithymiaa: "I don't really lift very often..." He trailed off, twisting around to look behind him at the stack of weights.-
Tsaaq: "Then why do you lift at all?" Ozzie asked sounding confused, his eyebrows furrowed now.
Alexithymiaa: "Sometimes I just feel like it." He gave a shrug and pushed up from the bench of the machine, walking over to where Ozzie was. "I usually just run."-
Tsaaq: Ozzie still didn't understand. He groaned a little bit and went to start his stretching. "Cardio?" He inquired skeptically. "I guess..." He muttered.
Alexithymiaa: "I don't know, I've always enjoyed it. I did track and cross country in high school." He reached his arms up over his head, pulling on them from the elbow to loosen the muscles.-
Tsaaq: "Yeah... I guess running is a cool sport." Ozzie said unconvincingly as he went down to the floor and began doing burpees.
Alexithymiaa: -Sensing his uncoolness, he rolled his shoulders back, swinging his arms. "What kind of sports do you like?"-
Tsaaq: Ozzie took a breather and wiped the sweat from his his eyebrow. "I like football. MMA. Cool stuff." He replied with a shrug of his shoulders.
Alexithymiaa: "I've never really been into either of those..." He said slowly, lifting his hand up to rub back through his hair.-
Tsaaq: He glanced Adam over and blinked a moment. "Yeah, you'd probably get hurt or something. It's okay." He said casually. "Running is way safer I guess." Ozzie resumed his burpees.
Alexithymiaa: "Well doesn't everyone wear pads and helmets?" He asked even though he knew the fucking answer.-
Tsaaq: "Yeah, because it's dangerous. And running I guess you can fall and scrape your knee or something." Ozzie stood up, jogging in place as he spoke.
Alexithymiaa: "Running really isn't dangerous..." He replied, walking over to the rack of free weights and lifting a couple off the stand to head back over toward Ozzie.-
Tsaaq: "I know." Ozzie said with his head nodding. "That was my point or whatever. Running is like... For girls." He shrugged and fought a chuckle.
Alexithymiaa: "I don't know if I'd necessarily say that any sport is for any specific gender...." He said quietly, watching the weights in his hands as he curled them upward.-
Tsaaq: He rolled his eyes. "I would. You don't see any girls playing football." Ozzie said. "And if they do I guess it's cause they're queers or something. And people feel bad for them or something. But there's no chicks in the NFL because they're all weak and stuff." He rambled as if he knew what he was talking about.
Alexithymiaa: "That's not..." He started, lowering the weights to the floor because he couldn't think straight and focus on not dropping them on his feet at the same time. "Girls aren't weak. And a girl being info football doesn't automatically make them lesbians. That's a really ignorant comment to make."-
Tsaaq: "Yeah if they're like hot or something and they like football they're probably not lesbos or anything. But if they're ugly they probably are." He replied. "What? Are you gay or something?" Ozzie asked in a scoff. "Sorry I guess." He muttered as he shrugged, going to grab some weights. "Girls are pretty weak though. it's like proven by science I think."
Alexithymiaa: -He set his jaw, shifting on his feet. "No, I'm not gay. I just take offense to people who are clearly uneducated and narrow minded when it comes to the LGBT community. You're making globalized statements that are wildly inaccurate, on top of using pretty offense slurs. It's just really not cool."-
Tsaaq: Ozzie started off with bicep curls. "You're right I don't know nothing about them queers. I know I can admit that much." He replied to Adam. "I was just saying what I know. It's not a lot. I know." He shrugged, seeming as if he was uncaring. "I don't care about being cool anymore anyways. I'm just doing me." Ozzie sighed, tossing his weights down when he was done with his set.
Alexithymiaa: "But you're not saying what you know, because it's not right. What you know isn't right." He shook his head, leaning over to pick up his weights, walking them back over to the rack.-
Tsaaq: He looked at Adam and rubbed his arms up and down. "That sentence confused me." Ozzie said before pouting then picked up his weights once more.
Alexithymiaa: "And you're outlook confuses me, so we're even." He sat a bit harshly, walking straight by Ozzie. "Have a good night...." He headed straight for the door, pushing them open to head outside to ramble angrily to himself as he headed to his truck.-
Tsaaq: "Who cares?" Ozzie shrugged his shoulders once he took a break from lifted but quickly resumed his bicep curls because he cared more about his muscles right now than anything.