Post by Daimon Darren on Sept 5, 2018 15:57:38 GMT -4
“I know, but look out, for when, he snaps,” he answered to the comment on Naoru. “And yah, but not Aki, but its okay, even me, can’t do Aki,” he huffed and puffed. “Too wild,” he said, which was something he did not often say. In his opinion, most people were too tame rather than too wild. That’s when he shot his defying glare at Akio.
He didn’t have breath any more to say something funny about Kirk liking thick bats between his hands. For a few seconds, there was silence. The delinquent did his best not to lose an inch on Akio. It was a competition now, a challenge, so he took it seriously. There was no way Darren could let the gentle giant get ahead of him. He had a pride on himself.
Kirk himself was not losing steam, although he was as sweaty as the other two by now. God damn, the boy could run. He might be even better than Darren at physical activity, which was not something a lot of people could say. One thing in which Kirk was definitely better at than Darren was encouraging his mates.
What better way to motivate adolescent boys doing physical activity than to remind them girls could be watching? The sportsman brought up Melody and an image of her watery body flashed inside Darren’s head. His libido was in on the effort now. He followed Kirk’s advice, straightening up and steadying his increasingly ragged breathing best as he could.
How long had they been running? The blondie didn’t knew anymore, but from where they were running, they must have been close to the middle of the second lap. He was reaching the same conclusion as Akio now, one that he could have reached before even starting if he stopped for a second to think instead of letting his bravado speak for himself: there was no way they were running the whole thing.
Inhale, inhale, exhale, exhale. The deadly rhythm repeated itself over and over and over again. He could feel his heart beating, he could even hear veins in his ear bulge with every influx of red globulas. He could still raise his legs, pushed them down and forward, and push, raise his other leg, forward and down, push again, rinse and repeat, one step for every breath.
I can still go, thought Darren. I can still go. Come on! Push! he thought, and for a second he swore he could hear the old man at the gym screaming at him.
He didn’t have breath any more to say something funny about Kirk liking thick bats between his hands. For a few seconds, there was silence. The delinquent did his best not to lose an inch on Akio. It was a competition now, a challenge, so he took it seriously. There was no way Darren could let the gentle giant get ahead of him. He had a pride on himself.
Kirk himself was not losing steam, although he was as sweaty as the other two by now. God damn, the boy could run. He might be even better than Darren at physical activity, which was not something a lot of people could say. One thing in which Kirk was definitely better at than Darren was encouraging his mates.
What better way to motivate adolescent boys doing physical activity than to remind them girls could be watching? The sportsman brought up Melody and an image of her watery body flashed inside Darren’s head. His libido was in on the effort now. He followed Kirk’s advice, straightening up and steadying his increasingly ragged breathing best as he could.
How long had they been running? The blondie didn’t knew anymore, but from where they were running, they must have been close to the middle of the second lap. He was reaching the same conclusion as Akio now, one that he could have reached before even starting if he stopped for a second to think instead of letting his bravado speak for himself: there was no way they were running the whole thing.
Inhale, inhale, exhale, exhale. The deadly rhythm repeated itself over and over and over again. He could feel his heart beating, he could even hear veins in his ear bulge with every influx of red globulas. He could still raise his legs, pushed them down and forward, and push, raise his other leg, forward and down, push again, rinse and repeat, one step for every breath.
I can still go, thought Darren. I can still go. Come on! Push! he thought, and for a second he swore he could hear the old man at the gym screaming at him.