BUILD IT UP | Open, working out

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    [/fancypost][abbr=Cherry Jubilee Michaelson, 1 year old]♣[/abbr] [abbr=Teleportation, Shape Shifting, Invisibility, Scent Manipulation, Memory Manipulation, Eye Color Manipulation, Project/Manipulate Emotions, Flower Prints, Paw Pads Glow]♦[/abbr] [abbr=Red Fox, Small Dragon, Domestic Cat]♥[/abbr] [abbr=Very hard, attack in #F7BE81]♠[/abbr]

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    And so she had the wonderful idea of working out.




    The vixen had laid out a makeshift obstacle course in the front lawn, as well as cleared a space for sparring. There was also the option of running laps if anyone wanted to. "Why don't we do some exercising?" Cherry called out to whoever was nearby. "We could have races, or sparring tournaments."




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    [size=7pt]✸[/size] "You're Going To Exercise?" the angel asks, somewhat surprised. not too long ago, all the girls ever did was sit around and gossip to themselves. actually getting up and doing physical things seemed so foreign to mademoiselle by this point. she was simply too accustomed to the afterlife and the perks of not having to exercise to keep her thin shape.


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