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action; yogaaaa (lmk if you need me to edit anything!)

[kathikon]

[The sun is barely breaking over the horizon when Arel stops running. He leans forward for a moment, taking his snapback off before resting his hands on his knees, breathing deeply; in and out, slow and steady. He's sweaty and the adrenaline is coursing through his veins, making his whole body sing. This is what he runs for.

Charlie's already there - she arrived a solid minute before him, too, and looks fresh as a daisy. Wolves. They've been running for a while, too, enough that it started to hurt, but it's not showing in any way on her face, like they've just been on a leisurely walk through the forest at 6 in the morning.

Still - Arel grins when he straightens back up, pushing a hand through his hair before putting his hat back on, the bill at the back. He joins her on the beach, looking out at the sun peeking out.]

Don't know why I thought I could compete. 'Nyways, you read to yoga? [He stands by her side, hair curling around his ear where it's trying to escape his hat. He's not wearing a shirt (what's the point when he'll just sweat through it?), just his comfiest pair of shorts, sweat dripping down enough that he contemplates running into the sea for a second.]

:D

[mooned]

[ Hey, she's a little sweaty. She's just really graceful about it. And she's stretching as he approaches, catching her breath. Her short hair has fallen mostly out of the hair band that holds it together and she moves to put it back up again, despite knowing it'll fall back into her face eventually.

Her grin matches his as he speaks.] You had me there for a moment, [ If Charlie was to be honest, that moment that she lagged behind him was only because it was a good view. The girl wasn't used to being around so many attractive people. To say her life back home was sheltered was an understatement.

But running, that was something she did every day. It was the way she cleared her mind, got her shit in line. It might be cliche but Charlie was a teenager, of course she's a little cliche. However, Arel had held his own and she didn't feel the need to slow down to save his pride, he'd kept up just fine.

She plucks at her tank top and adjusts her sports bra and leggings a little before nodding at his question, only letting her eyes skim over his chest for a second.] Be my yoga yoda.

[kathikon]

[Chuckling, Arel gets in position, a step ahead of Charlie before turning around. He'd prefer facing the sunrise, but he's teaching a novice - face to face is much easier.]

All right then; follow my lead. We start with sun salutations.

[Makes sense, and easy. With his feet together, Arel opens his arms wide to the side, turning his palms up to the sky. Takes a deep, slow breath, before bringing his hands to his chest as if to pray, just for a beat of his heart, and then moves again, arms going up over his head, stretching up as tall as possible, feeling the muscles of his head shifting under his skin.]

Don't forget to breathe. [He speaks softly, his smile smaller now, a little quiet. It never fails - yoga brings him a peace of mind nothing else does, and he always loved sharing these moments with his clan, back home. It feels privileged.]

action; post texting!

[squit]

[ Jay's room was a trainwreck, it always was, neither he nor Talia kept a tidy dorm and it was sometimes difficult to navigate the floor due to all the junk on it. But for Jay, it was comfortable. Sure, it reeked like stale cigarettes and dogs but at least he opened the window to air the place out for guests. Yup, that was the best he could do.

When he heard the knock, he bounded over the piles in his bare feet, clad in an oversized black t-shirt, baggy cargo shorts, his hair looking a wild unstyled mess, black circles under his eyes, the eyes themselves were bloodshot and there was a huge bandage over his nose. In short: He was as gorgeous as ever.

His blue eyes went wide when he opened the door, a bit confused. Who was this bird? He was expecting Charlie at any minute! ]

Uh, yeah?

[mooned]

[ While Charlie wasn't exactly picky about her surroundings, the room did reek and her wolf senses picked up on it before he even opened the door. It smells like wolf, strongly and she feels her instincts kick in for a moment, like she needs to be more cautious even though he said he was a harpy. The guy looked rough and for a moment, she was second guessing her offer to hang out with him.

But Charlie was persistent and stubborn and never judged a book by it's cover, unless it was a sexy cover then she was happy. ]

I'm here to return your cigs and eat cheetos. [ She holds up both, a giant bag of puffy cheetos and package of cigarettes, his brand. She's got water and green tea and other stuff in the backpack strapped to her back but that's for later.]

[squit]

[ Not only did he have a wolf's lair in his room, but across the dorm was another pair of wolves - all from the same pack. But Jay didn't notice the smell one way or the other. What he did notice is the fact that this girl was spouting off the stuff that was in his text, and a second later his mouth open as he inhaled with surprise. ]

Charlie! Agg, ya got me I thought ya were a fella! 'm so dof. [ He giggled at his stupidity and then stepped back so she could find a way to navigate through. ] Come in then! Go 'head 'n plop on my bed there... [ They were both messy, but his was the one with the feathers in it. He also pointed, that should help. Then he took his cigarettes from her to free up her hand. ]

Thanks, yeah? Most people would just keep 'em. Y'want one?

action » talkity talk talk

[mooned]

[ After their semi-awkward meetup in the afternoon, Charlie doesn't think too much about it. It doesn't have to do with her, or so she assumes and if Arel wanted to talk about it more, she'd lend him an ear, otherwise, it wasn't her business. Right? Right.

As promised, she makes her way towards the track field as the sun slowly starts to crawl towards the horizon, she's got her laptop bag laying next to her on the pole vault mat, a joint hanging between her lips as she waits for him to show up.

Either they are going to run this track or watch a movie or she's going to have first hookup on a track field. All of these options seem good to Charlie, she just doesn't know that there's a fourth option that's coming her way that she won't like as much.]

[kathikon]

[He spots Charlie when he comes up from the top of the bleachers - the exercise of running up and down the stairs is something he always enjoys. He jogs over to her, dropping his bag by the vault mat and jumping on top of it, lying down by her side, staring up at the sky after kissing her forehead.]

Hey.

[His whole afternoon of classes, he'd been thinking about this. What to tell Charlie, exactly, how to tell her. All that he knows is that, even without considering the whole Janus thing, she deserves to know why he's been so preoccupied, but it's - difficult. When he told Rob, it was a spur of the moment thing, a vulnerable second, but he's cooled down, now. He's talked to Emily again. And there's a tiny sliver of hope burning in his chest, and -

Yeah. Okay. He needs to tell Charlie about this.]

So, did you have something in mind with this location? Something in particular you wanna do?

[In a minute.]

[mooned]

I like it here-- [ she answers quietly, glancing up at the sky as it turns and fades into pastels and deep reds, fighting the setting sun. For a moment, it feels like she's got cotton in her mouth, like she can't speak to the reason but she swallows and glances at him.]

My mom and I used to go to the track by our house and run. Just run for hours. Until I couldn't. It used to help me before I shifted, kind of like... stretching before a long ass run. [ Her mouth twists for a moment, her gaze keeping upward.] I was-- [ still is ] terrified of the shift and that's how she made it hurt less, to take my mind off of it.

[ she takes a drag of her joint, perhaps to keep the tears she feels prickling at the corners of her eyes from falling before offering it to him, in case he wanted some. It was dumb, how ever since she died, her mom would creep into her thoughts like that.

She pushes it back, pushes it down and smiles at him instead.] So this reminds me of home, I guess. Plus this mat is freakin' comfy, right?

action » gentle in a bottle baby, rub me the right way.

[mooned]

[ charlie has always been a bit of a snoop. it's just the way she chose to live her life, okay? and when she heard there was a room full of old artifacts, she was pinged like no other. as someone who grew up pretending to be indiana jones while running in the woods and hiding pinecones and the like, the idea of a room full of 'artifacts' made her all tingly and excited.

jimmy-ing the lock was surprisingly easy and she spent a good hour in the room looking at things, careful not to touch anything that looked too breakable or dangerous or old (because CURSES hello).

it's when she decides it's probably time to go that she sees it. it's... well, it's a freaking genie bottle. of course, charlie is still new enough to the school to think that it's probably purely decorative or that genies don't actual exist. and yes, she's dumb enough to reach for it, grinning to herself, humming Friend Like Me as she rubs it, never expecting anything.]

Abracadabra.

text some time during one of case's classes;

[moonings]

okay

you're right

[mooned]

about what?

[moonings]

i

am a romantic

[physicus]

[ It's a date. It's a date, Z reminds himself as he cleans up his desk, throwing all sorts of spare computer parts into a plastic box that he then wheels under his bed, it's a date, and yet.

And yet, when there's a knock on the door, he's wearing the same black t-shirt he was earlier, and a pair of black sweatpants - too big for him, too. He's not dressed for a date.

But now he doesn't have time to change, and pretend he's planned this any better than he has. Because he hasn't. He doesn't really own date clothes anyway, and they're staying in, and shit, he's not even wearing underwear under his sweatpants. Is she going to think he's got one thing in mind?

Damn it. He can only hopes she does't think sweatpants are a fashion crime. He opens the door a moment after the knock, his brain still rushing a mile a second. ]

Hey.

[mooned]

[ Is it a date? Charlie has to wonder. It feels like one but it's also just hanging out at his apartment with a pizza, which is sort of one of those things that couples do casually. It's like they've skipped the exciting, awkward date process and gone straight to the comfortable rendezvous.

And a part of her isn't complaining about that.

It turns out, wearing sweats is contagious. She's casual as fuck because if they are going to be eating pizza and Netflxing or something, she wants to be comfortable.

Her lips curve upward and she plays it up--]

Oh hey, Mr. Z, I was wondering if you could tutor me on science stuff.

[physicus]

[ He laughs, letting her in and closing the door behind her. He's relieved to see her looking so casual - still hot, these sweatpants work well on her, jesus. It's hard for him not to track the swish of her hips, the swell of her ass. He shakes his head, letting her take in the loft style apartment he's been given when he came to Mythian. It's not as big as what he used to have, but it's cozy.

As he walks in, he grabs a few shirts he's left draped over the back of the chair, flushing to himself. He feels like such a teenager, but there's something exciting about it, too. ]

So what do you like on your pizza, Charlie?

[ If he's honest with himself, he's not actually hungry. But he's gotta keep up the pretense. ]

backdated early May

[squit]

hey can u booty call a gurl?

[mooned]

do you want me to booty call a girl for you? or is this a booty call from you to me?

[squit]

i'm all healthy again so i was layn heer thinkn i shuld hit ya up now im not bustd up n thn i wuz like wait ive nevr booty calld a grl

so ya ths is me jay booty calln u charlie 4 sum nekkd teim

action; post siege, at night

[physicus]

[ He'd promised he would come back to see Charlie, after he was done taking care of the lab, making sure the school was back to normal, that everyone was here and accounted for; doing his duty as a teacher, really. He felt bad for leaving her at all, and couldn't get her out of his head throughout the day - Charlie, her fears, her insecurities, her incredulity when he told her he wanted her - just her.

But it was late, now, and most of the faculty was finally retiring to their own rooms, the day having taken its toll on everyone. Everyone was back - even the Headmaster, particularly the Headmaster. There was still a lot to be done. Z was falling asleep on his feet.

But instead of going back to his apartment, he went to Charlie's dorm. Once more, through the cabling, keeping himself unseen until he emerged in her room; she was asleep, curled up in her bed, still looking worried. There's a frown on her face, and Z's heart breaks a little.

Chucking his shoes and socks, he moves silently through the room until he can crawl from the end of her bed, fitting himself behind Charlie, fingers pushing hair off of her face gently, gently. ]

It's me, [ He whispers when she stirs, wrapping his arm around her side. ] go back to sleep.

[mooned]

[ Charlie was more exhausted than she realized. But unexpectedly shifting would do that to you. It had taken its toll on her but by the time Z had slipped back into her room once more, her wounds had been healed completely.

She'd only woken up once for a few minutes to call and check on her brother, only to slip back into slumber a few seconds after she hung up with him. Her sleep was, thankfully, dreamless and more restful than she'd imagined they would be. And for a moment, she barely stirs when the bed dips with a sudden weight and she feels a gentle touch at her cheek.

He speaks quiet when she does make a soft sound, her brow furrowing as recognition slowly fades in and she turns her head more towards the sound of his voice.]

Z? [ she says softly, her eyes barely opening despite the fact the room is barely lit. Her body shits some, tucking itself more into his.] You came back.

[physicus]

I said I would, didn't I?

[ He keeps his voice at a murmur, barely breathing out the words against her ear. His hand around her finds her forearm, curling around it, thumb brushing her skin. He leans in to press a kiss to her shoulder, his own eyes closed. ]

text; some rando evening

[moonings]

hey

i ran out

can i mooch some of yours?

i'm on my way back to the dorms

[mooned]

uhhh.... i'm not in town.

[moonings]

what do you mean you're not in town

its a school night!

[ #tmw your kinda??maybe??sorta?? gf really starts to rub off on you ]