The timer rang loudly in the room, and Kellen sighed heavily. Turning it off, and putting his phone down, Kellen began to stretch out his shoulders. He even got to his feet and stretched, touching his toes, feeling his shirt strain against his shoulders.
Thankfully, he wouldn't have to worry about tearing his shirt anytime soon. He was going to be busy enough guiding everyone that he should drop a few pounds. He wouldn't have to buy new uniforms again.
Was he sad he was losing muscle mass? Yes. But buying new clothes every time was getting pretty old. The uniforms weren't cheap either, even if the Captain had given him a set without asking for anything in return.
