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Outside there is a runner. Pavel is dressed incredibly light for the weather in just track pants and a thin long-sleeved shirt, letting his body heat make up the difference: he's not going fast enough for the breeze to be a problem. The thing that's actually noteworthy about him is that he's done several laps--or what he's going to call laps; Pavel just goes back the way he came when he hits sand--of the lake by now, staying on the path he thankfully isn't making up as he goes; he does this quite often when he's just aiming to see how long he can go without stopping, in and around the Academy grounds.
His breath is coming harder, but not labored yet as he reaches lap eight, falling into a rhythm with each footfall that enables him to think less about his surroundings and more about what's in his head. There's a lot in there, don't be surprised if he doesn't see you straight off.
[tiny tag: Pavel Chekov]
His breath is coming harder, but not labored yet as he reaches lap eight, falling into a rhythm with each footfall that enables him to think less about his surroundings and more about what's in his head. There's a lot in there, don't be surprised if he doesn't see you straight off.
[tiny tag: Pavel Chekov]