Welp I rewrote this because of the clunky writing bugging the shit out of me
"alright... Sylvester, is it?"
Sly cleared his throat and smiled uncomfortably. "um... I go by Sly but, yes. that is my full name."
The snow marten behind the desk flipped through his papers a moment. he glanced over his clipboard and looked wide eyed for a moment then he wiped it away and returned to a serious countenance. "Alright so why do you want to work as a trainer here at Tyger Timmy's Gym,"
Sly chuckled and reviewed his plan one more time. 'Silent alarm system with due note,' he formulated a response that would sound real enough and get him the job. 'Open with a joke,' "would it hurt my chances if I just said I needed the money?"
He earned a chuckle. 'Chalk up one,' "But in all seriousness I would like to help people achieve fitness and maintain it, for the sake of their health and the eyes of those around them,"
He outright laughed at that. 'Chalk up two,' "Alright since I like you so far, all you need is to be fit enough to qualify." he led sly out of the office into the currently empty workout room still smelling vaguely of sweat. "I'm assuming your forte isn't strength building,"
He commented his eyes lingering on Sly's frame . "Not exactly,"
Sly merely nodded "Alright then stamina will be very necessary and you will be running for more than an hour at a time several times a day leading cardio classes, so you will need to prove you are up to it and run at a full sprint for at least an hour on this treadmill,"
"Alright then easy enough,"
"They usually say that,"
Sly stepped on and Damian began slowly cranking up the speed. Soon it was at fifteen miles per hour. Sly smirked at the man keeping up easily. Damian smirked back and turned the machine up a bit more. The earphone hidden in his hat crackled with static. "How's it going Sly? Anything going wrong? Is he suspicious?"
Sly internally rolled his eyes and waited till Damian returned to his office. By that point Bentley had become frantic. "Sly! Sly! Are you okay! What's Wrong?"
"Nothing Bentley. I'm fine. you do realize people actually know I'm here? I can't talk when they are in the room or I'll look insane,"
"Oh... sorry,"
Sly rolled his eyes again and chuckled. "Anyway Sly I wanted to go over the plan one more time,"
"Isn't that clunky and expositional,"
"What?"
"Never mind,"
"Anyway remember that if you don't get that job we won't be able to find out the location of the employee hangout so we can steal the cache of stolen money and goods stored by several mob bosses,"
"That was crappy dialogue,"
"What?"
"Nothing,"
fifteen minutes passed and Sly soon was sweating and panting but, he was far from his limit. He had run longer and faster from one Carmelita fox. He sighed a bit remembering his time at her side. It had been sweet while it lasted but not too long after his impersonation of amnesia she lost her passion her eyes wandered from him she wasn't in love with him. But she stayed, feeling responsible for his lack of true memories. He decided against caging her. He left her his signature note on the bed, it had read;
'Dear Carmelita,
I remember... And I know you want to be free. i see your wandering eyes. I here your talks with your friends. i'm deeply sorry for lying about my memories but it was the only way for me to get close. I hope you have a nice life and, that I get to see you again. Even if it is down the barrel of a shock pistol. you are and always will be my first true love. there will never be another girl like you. I truly enjoyed our time together and I will always remember you.
Love, Sly Cooper
he had watched he read it and he saw a tear and a smile. He could swear she looked at him when she said "Thank you," He nearly laughed when he saw her leap up hunt down her shock pistol, and try to bring him down. They had encountered since then, in the fashion they used to. Sly flirtatious and clever. Carmelita harsh and business like. But he found that none of her shots seemed to find their mark and none of her intense faces of disgust were quite as real. He had moved on as had she last he heard she was married. The memories still stung but he found solace in his friends. Damian walked back in the room and raised an eyebrow. "well you don't even seem fazed,"
"Like I said easy enough,"
his smirk leaped back onto his face. Damian chuckled snagging a plastic bottle from a mini-fridge in his office. He tossed it to Sly, who caught it effortlessly taking many large gulps then dumping some onto himself in an effort to cool himself. Damian glanced back at him his eye lingering on him once again. For the first time Sly actually noted the marten's appearance. He was tall and slinky but working in a gym showed he wasn't bulky or anything but more just... godly... 'wow did I just think that...? eww,' his fur was white and Grey the hairs ticked darker at the end. His face hands and feet were darker period the ticking going from Grey to black. He was wearing a pair of sweatpants and a black wife-beater he lacked shoes which was peculiar but he seemed nice.
Once sly was at the thirty minute mark he was about to quit. Not because of the exercise because of Bentley's relentless chatter. "so you'll need to make a lot of corrections once you step on the beam but you do that all the time right?"
Sly couldn't respond seeing as Damian had joined about five minutes ago and was racing along the moving fabric of his own treadmill next to Sly's. Sudden inspiration gripped him. "hey. Do you mind if I take my shirt off?"
Damian shook his head and, with that Sly removed his navy shirt and his hat with it just as Bentley said. "don't you dare Sly!"
The silence was bliss but soon Sly grew bored. "so what can I expect in terms of clientèle?"
"to be honest we get a lot of freaks but there are a few cuties."
For a moment Slay wasn't sure if him and Damian had exactly the same standard for 'cuties' judging by the eyes crawling down his body. Suddenly Sly felt Very uncomfortable being eyecandy for another man. And suddenly regretted removing his shirt. The buzzer rang drawing Damian's attention long enough to poke the button turning it off.
Sly decided to give the man a reason to stare at him. He hopped to the front of the treadmill the squatted while being carried back then as he reached the back edge launched himself backwards into a flip landing perfectly on his feet. Damian applauded loudly a look of astonishment on his face. "well I guess you could teach gymnastics as well."
He consulted his clipboard writing something down. Then he took sly to a space covered in blue mats. "alright can you do the splits?"
"yes,"
"... care to demonstrate,"
"oh duh,"
Sly gave a small smile and breathed in. he then breathed out as he simply slid down into a split as easily as one would sit in a chair then grinned at Damian. Damian whistled and wrote again. "you seem very, flexible,"
The honey smooth tone he put on the last word made Sly shiver and squirm uncomfortably. "well that tears it you're hired,"
"really?"
"sure why not it's obvious your overqualified for our gymnastics instructor position and that is just what we need. plus we a few clients will pay to have a trainer help them push through their cardio workouts,"
Sly stood shook hands and smiled. "welcome aboard."
alright so i hope that's better people and i lengthened sly's note to carmalita
