[ Phew. Jesse is openly relieved. He could've babbled like an idiot forever, if he had to.
He's no saint, but Haven distorts things. One month is a long fucking time when you're never quite sure about seeing tomorrow, when you're always waiting for the next horrible and inscrutable development to surface and send you reeling again. It makes him want to be protective of the people he feels like he wants to call his, natural tendency towards loyalty exaggerated and attachments born fast, spreading too rapidly. Just like that stupid fire they started.
Hiruma ain't one of his yet, but damn if he's not interested.
He lets his arm fall back to his side and quirks an eyebrow. Exercise? Grateful as he is that it worked, that Hiruma allowed him to diffuse the tension, the topic is something he's very unfamiliar with. He can't help rolling his jaw on an almost noiseless laugh.
He can boast a year, but he's as puny and unhealthy as ever. Maybe a little healthier, without steady access to anything that could lead to a substance abuse problem. But running laps? ]
It'd probably work. [ He can't argue against that. Jesse drifts to lean against a nearby wall, still careful to keep a decent gap between them. ] But I ain't exactly the type. Thinkin' my lungs would give out on me, eh, ten minutes in.
[it's finished as quickly as it starts, so quick it may as well have been a cough, because there's no smile on his face. just the crease at one corner of his mouth, and the beginnings of white as he deliberates jesse's words with no small amount of thought. he's a wiry guy, little muscle by the looks of his forearms—
hm.]
You think that, but you don't know how to run.
[the moment jesse finds the wall to lean against, hiruma stalks forward with purpose into a bubble of personal space he stops at a comfortable (for him, anyway) arm's distance away. it's obvious what's coming, when his injured hand finds the doorknob without a thought to the bruising knuckles, pulling the damn thing open with a dainty twist.
because he looks over expectantly.]
C'mon.
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[ He recognizes it as a laugh, if only because there's so little bite behind the insult. He's relieved again, up until he hears you don't know how to run and oh no--
Oh no. Is this the price he has to pay for trying to distract the guy from his mysterious outburst?
His head lolls up, a long-suffering look aimed at the ceiling. Air blown through his open mouth. It is, isn't it. Funny how Hiruma has no problem expecting Jesse to listen and follow at the slightest prompting. It seems he's chosen his victim for that wisely, because Jesse pulls away from the wall and goes.
He doesn't know why. ] Seriously? We're goin' for a jog?
[ This is gonna suck, but he's willing to stick around. Maybe this is what Hiruma needs to get-- whatever, off his mind. ]
[hiruma's close to the front door by the time jesse manages to quit his tortured sighs and follow him out.
deigning to answer the rhetorical questions would be self-respect points lost, so he picks at the third instead, shouldering the front door open. jesse is the kind of guy who likes an explanation handed to him every time he probes around, and while talking is the last thing he wants to do, that mentality is interesting enough to blather on about filler.]
Every morning.
It builds your stamina, endurance, strength, speed, agility; it's the perfect exercise. Not only is the cardio good for your fucking health, 'cause it keeps your heart clean, it wakes you up and puts you to sleep. You run, and it keeps your damn mind preoccupied.
[an inhale, and an exhale, feet hitting dirt with a long stride.]
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He's no saint, but Haven distorts things. One month is a long fucking time when you're never quite sure about seeing tomorrow, when you're always waiting for the next horrible and inscrutable development to surface and send you reeling again. It makes him want to be protective of the people he feels like he wants to call his, natural tendency towards loyalty exaggerated and attachments born fast, spreading too rapidly. Just like that stupid fire they started.
Hiruma ain't one of his yet, but damn if he's not interested.
He lets his arm fall back to his side and quirks an eyebrow. Exercise? Grateful as he is that it worked, that Hiruma allowed him to diffuse the tension, the topic is something he's very unfamiliar with. He can't help rolling his jaw on an almost noiseless laugh.
He can boast a year, but he's as puny and unhealthy as ever. Maybe a little healthier, without steady access to anything that could lead to a substance abuse problem. But running laps? ]
It'd probably work. [ He can't argue against that. Jesse drifts to lean against a nearby wall, still careful to keep a decent gap between them. ] But I ain't exactly the type. Thinkin' my lungs would give out on me, eh, ten minutes in.
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I've been trapped in my own room by an idiot.
[it's finished as quickly as it starts, so quick it may as well have been a cough, because there's no smile on his face. just the crease at one corner of his mouth, and the beginnings of white as he deliberates jesse's words with no small amount of thought. he's a wiry guy, little muscle by the looks of his forearms—
hm.]
You think that, but you don't know how to run.
[the moment jesse finds the wall to lean against, hiruma stalks forward with purpose into a bubble of personal space he stops at a comfortable (for him, anyway) arm's distance away. it's obvious what's coming, when his injured hand finds the doorknob without a thought to the bruising knuckles, pulling the damn thing open with a dainty twist.
because he looks over expectantly.]
C'mon.
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Oh no. Is this the price he has to pay for trying to distract the guy from his mysterious outburst?
His head lolls up, a long-suffering look aimed at the ceiling. Air blown through his open mouth. It is, isn't it. Funny how Hiruma has no problem expecting Jesse to listen and follow at the slightest prompting. It seems he's chosen his victim for that wisely, because Jesse pulls away from the wall and goes.
He doesn't know why. ] Seriously? We're goin' for a jog?
[ This is gonna suck, but he's willing to stick around. Maybe this is what Hiruma needs to get-- whatever, off his mind. ]
How much do you usually run?
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deigning to answer the rhetorical questions would be self-respect points lost, so he picks at the third instead, shouldering the front door open. jesse is the kind of guy who likes an explanation handed to him every time he probes around, and while talking is the last thing he wants to do, that mentality is interesting enough to blather on about filler.]
Every morning.
It builds your stamina, endurance, strength, speed, agility; it's the perfect exercise. Not only is the cardio good for your fucking health, 'cause it keeps your heart clean, it wakes you up and puts you to sleep. You run, and it keeps your damn mind preoccupied.
[an inhale, and an exhale, feet hitting dirt with a long stride.]
It's all burn; adrenaline, understand?