The Beach [Late Saturday morning]
Prom had been interesting. Triela didn't really see what all the fuss was about. She supposed she'd kind of enjoyed herself, but, really, if she was going to hang out with Jak she'd much prefer to do so with guns. Things were more interesting that way.
As it was they'd just talked and had some food. He didn't dance, and she didn't dance well, so...
At least it hadn't driven her crazy or anything. And she'd gotten back to her room in plenty of time to get enough sleep. So she'd went on with her usual Saturday routine. Which looked like most of her days, really.
Woke up early. Swung by the range. And now it was the part of her day where she took a long run. This one led her out along the beach as she made pretty much a full circuit of the island. Triela didn't feel any need to really push herself today, so she was running at an easy pace. For her, anyway. Hair pulled back in a ponytail and (quite sensible, thank you very much) running shoes were her little act of rebellion against all the stupid orders from Alessandro...
[Expecting one, but open.]
As it was they'd just talked and had some food. He didn't dance, and she didn't dance well, so...
At least it hadn't driven her crazy or anything. And she'd gotten back to her room in plenty of time to get enough sleep. So she'd went on with her usual Saturday routine. Which looked like most of her days, really.
Woke up early. Swung by the range. And now it was the part of her day where she took a long run. This one led her out along the beach as she made pretty much a full circuit of the island. Triela didn't feel any need to really push herself today, so she was running at an easy pace. For her, anyway. Hair pulled back in a ponytail and (quite sensible, thank you very much) running shoes were her little act of rebellion against all the stupid orders from Alessandro...
[Expecting one, but open.]