Ok, make this a real show.

Robin walked through the darkened apartment carefully, making his way to the kitchen. The back door opened onto a small balcony which looked out over the duplex's back yard. It wasn't large, by any means, but Robin had been allowed to put together a small workspace back there. He stepped out into the chill of the morning. The light clouds overhead were illuminated by the moon, and Robin found his gaze drifting down the way towards the nearby windows of Viola's Building.

Robin had HATED when the place had been built. First off they knocked down way too many trees to build the thing. Second, it was a big brick building that obscured the street completely from the back porch. Most of the time the blinds were tightly drawn, and the entire place seem occupied by people who wanted to not be there. But Viola was... well, she had been one of the first people to actually not ignore him completely. He found himself glancing at her apartment, wishing that she was.

He shouldn't be talking to girls that age. With his fantasies he knew that it was dangerous. The thought of a cute redhead, swelling in his arms as he spooned... ACK... Gotta stop remembering the good times with his ex. It had been some of the most romantic times in his life, admittedly, when he had held her in that manner, but he had to remember the bad things too. Sighing, and looking about the darkened neighborhood, Robin sighed. Nobody else was up to enjoy this, ever. The quiet steps of a cat as it scrabbled up a wooden fence, and the lack of distant car noises made the entire experience meditative... speaking of which.

Robin leaned against the balcony railing. He was about to begin, but then thought better of it and straightened up again. He removed his A-shirt, and found his nipples becoming hard in the cool air. Well, might as well do a full dress rehearsal if I'm going to do this, he thought. He glanced about the nearby houses and buildings, and not seeing any motion or light, decided to go ahead anyway.

"Ichi... Nee... San..." He began, chanting the numbers like he did at the Dojo. It was a hard habit to get out of once you started, after all. Going back to English actually seemed to make the pushups harder. The cool wood under his fingers felt welcome, even with the slight damp of the morning air on it.

"Jusan... jushi..." He continued, beginning to breathe a little harder. He wasn't in the best shape, but that's what these were for. Had to keep pushing every day. Time on task.

"NiHach..." He panted out after a few more particularly hard motions. He felt the first beads of sweat on his forehead. Ok, almost there.

"One for Lauren..." He panted out, doing another pushup... trying to think of girl's names. It was a quick trick that worked well for him. Think of a girl you want to fuck, and then do a pushup for her. Motivation. "One for Jen... One for..." He racked his brain thinking... and the word "Viola" popped out before he even realized it...

"Fuck..." He breathed out, leaning himself against the railing. Robin pushed back, raising his arms over his head before swinging them back and forth across his chest. Still quiet. A couple stretches... He raised his foot to the railing and leaned down, stretching the inside of his leg as he lowered his arm towards his foot. He held it for a few moments before turning around and doing the same on his other foot, occasionally rising to his toes to properly stretch the Achilles tendon.

He glanced at the clock as he re-entered noting it was only a couple more minutes until the girls would be up. Time to actually make something to eat. He yanked open the refrigerator and pulled a plastic bag filled with bagels from the shelf as well as a small tub of cream cheese. For a second, he contemplated pulling a fourth bagel from the bag. Robin glanced back at Viola's darkened room, and a smile crossed his features.