Nakahara walks the deliverymen all the way to the door. The men bow lightly, step out, and Nakahara watches until the door shuts behind them.
He exhales, dragging a towel across his face and neck. When he turns back toward the gym floor, Ryoma is already at the Pallof station. Gloves still on, but he's already testing the cable like a curious animal, pulling it out once, feeling the resistance, letting it snap gently back into place.
"Didn't even wait five minutes…" Nakahara snorts.
He walks past him without another comment, heading to the equipment rack. He picks a pair of mitt pads, and carries them toward the ring.
"Kid. Get up here."
Ryoma turns immediately. With gloves still on, he heads toward the ring, and beside him, and the Fake Okabe still trudging along.
He shoots a glare at him, silently question why you are still here. And the Fake Okabe just shrugs lazily.
"Don't look at me," the phantom mutters. "I'm just here because you haven't dismissed me."
