[ She’s both very fast and very strong, yes, but Pyrrha is generally the last person to sell herself. She’s aware of her own achievements and proud of them, but there is a time to declare them. For Pyrrha, that time occurs very rarely. More often than not, she errs on the side of modesty. Still, when he makes a request of her - ]
I would be happy to.
[ Care to walk and talk, Bokuto? ]
I get up for a run every morning before my classes. It’s usually only a few miles. [ Starting there, apparently. Pyrrha isn’t really in training anymore, not in base terms, but there’s still a lot she has to learn and falling out of shape would be inexcusable. ] ...And then I have a balanced breakfast. [ No Pumpkin Pete’s!! ]
[He'll do just about anything she says as long as she confides the secret of grace and power and fighting big bads to him. (He's already got the secret to incredible good looks, there's no need for that.) Every step she mentions earns a serious nod from him. The morning run is only natural, of course, and the balanced breakfast.....hm.]
Do you have rolled omelets and rice for breakfast too?
[ As they walk, Pyrrha chances looking around. The scenery is innocuous enough, but to her, wholly unfamiliar. Hands cobbled together their words and the seam of that action lays between their feet, blending her air and his. It’s disconcerting, to say the least. ]
Uh, I usually start off with grapefruit. You know what they say about fruits and vegetables!
[A pity Pyrrha doesn't know, because Bokuto certainly doesn't and he'd like to!]
Nope! What kinds of things do they say?
[He keeps pace with her well enough, arms swinging loosely by his sides as he walks. The cool air's refreshing after hours of practice, though a few beads of sweat linger on his forehead.]
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I would be happy to.
[ Care to walk and talk, Bokuto? ]
I get up for a run every morning before my classes. It’s usually only a few miles. [ Starting there, apparently. Pyrrha isn’t really in training anymore, not in base terms, but there’s still a lot she has to learn and falling out of shape would be inexcusable. ] ...And then I have a balanced breakfast. [ No Pumpkin Pete’s!! ]
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Do you have rolled omelets and rice for breakfast too?
[What other balanced breakfast diet is there?]
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Sometimes.
[ As they walk, Pyrrha chances looking around. The scenery is innocuous enough, but to her, wholly unfamiliar. Hands cobbled together their words and the seam of that action lays between their feet, blending her air and his. It’s disconcerting, to say the least. ]
Uh, I usually start off with grapefruit. You know what they say about fruits and vegetables!
[ (Or not, because Pyrrha doesn’t either.) ]
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Nope! What kinds of things do they say?
[He keeps pace with her well enough, arms swinging loosely by his sides as he walks. The cool air's refreshing after hours of practice, though a few beads of sweat linger on his forehead.]