Post Olympic

Homemade

---- the dialogue continues directly from the last scene, so enjoy that one.

uuh? 

Crush - Souly Had

-rabid

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"I just, I want it to be over," I drop my head to look over at him. He looks back. "You know? I want a break," I laugh at the end.

"I'd want a break too," he laughs with me.

"What about you? Any tragic life-defining moments?" I turn back to the darkening sky.

"I fell down the stairs once?" He snorts. "Wanna see the scar?"

"I'm good," I chuckle. Sauerkraut laughs with me.

"So are we doing this, because I'm content laying here and talking," he looks over at me. His eyes kind of look like the clouds. A pretty stormy color. Like late September on the ocean. Hoodie on the beach color. Cozy color.

"No, come on, get up," I scramble off the ground and he gets up with me. I grab a parachute and hold it up. "Around your waist, because it's not flat enough to push anything," He takes his time tying it on.

"Now what?" I cast a glance up at the clouds.

"Nothing too bad, today was hard." I look out across the field. "I'll be back," I pick up a small hurdle and run it about 100 meters out. "Just sprint." He kicks off and starts running at me, being pulled back by the black parachute. I watch, I wait.

"How many times?" He pants once he gets to me.

"Until I set up the next thing." I chuckle. "Sprint, walk back, sprint again," I point and he nods.

I wander over to the foot hurdles. I set up a ton of them. And then a cone. It takes a good minute and he's way out of breath when I tell him to stop.

"Alright, now those?" He drops the parachute and walks up next to me.

"Yeah," I look down at them. "I honestly like doing these."

"They're kind of fun, aren't they." He grins. "Come on, suffer with me." I laugh. He takes off down the hurdles and I follow on his tail. I'm slower than I remember, but miraculously, I keep up well with him.

"That's closing in fast," Fenrir stops to breathe and I stop with him.

"Yeah, look at it." I chuckle. "Three more and then I'm making you do a cool down run."

"Sounds good."

We do three more, and then start to jog. The end of the field is a good distance away. By the time we're almost there, it has started to drizzle.

"We should get back," Sauerkraut laughs. I shove him on the run.

"We could," I laugh. "But where's the fun in that?"

"Good point," he keeps going with me. "Okay. I want to know how much this outfit would irritate you," We tap the solitary tree and turn around. "Me, black jeans, not the ripped ones, my Madsen shirt and a blazer jacket." He raises his eyebrows. I get a twinge of deja-vu picturing the style. I don't know from where, but I've seen it I think.

"What?" I laugh. "Sauerkraut that's horrible."

"Are you kidding? It's peak fashion." He chuckles. "What if I threw converse into that equation."

"Oh god," I try to picture it but struggle. "No, definitely no,"

"I think I'd look fine." There's a roll of thunder in the distance. "Hey, I thought you said it was rain."