Mwezi flexed his muscles as he stretched his limbs, limbering himself up for a little bit of weight training. It was strange to see the humans glistening with sweat when they exercised, especially since his species didn’t sweat all over like that. Ears with blood vessels throughout, cold noses, and panting were the heat-sink areas for the Laleri, along with the fact that their natural body temperature was simply, cooler to begin with. He had stripped out of most of his clothing and wore a simple loin-covering shaped like swimming trunks. Technically it was not necessary due to the internal nature of his… private parts. But it made the humans more comfortable, so he wore a covering.

Mwezi finished stretching and stepped over to the weights, beginning his work-out with some leg weights. He moved on to work a few other muscles before grabbing an available treadmill and jogging. Then running. His feet hit the moving surface and dug in slightly before launching him ‘forward,’ keeping his torso in place while his feet ran. It wasn’t even close to the feeling of running through the woods, but it was the best he had.

After his running was done, Mwezi stepped over to a locker and put in the combination key only he knew, pulling out a masterfully crafted (and blunted) sword. He also grabbed a few targets, and began to swing and parry and dodge imaginary blows and phaser shots, an entire world of attacks within his mind.

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