thenearshore | [Semi-Open!]

The sun has barely started to filter through the house's wide windows when Speed of Sound Sonic slinks into Ekko's room. He's always been an early riser, and becoming a god with a large, cushy bed isn't going to change it.

It is, however, something his shinki may need to get used to.

"Get up," he says, nudging Ekko's shoulder with one hand. "It's time for training."

You know what teenagers like doing? Sleeping. He might be a dead teenager at the moment, but he's still pretty fond of sleeping.

He yawns and pushes the hand away as he starts rising. "What time is it?"

He can sleep while Sonic is doing his afternoon training.

"It's time to get up," Sonic quips, hands on his hips and a smirk on his face. "It's also 5:30. You should feel thankful, I've been up for an hour already."

"I'm up, I'm up." He yawns as he stretches his arms out.

"What, do you only sleep four hours a night?" Actually, do the dead even need sleep? He's not sure, but he still likes it.

"What do you want, my weapon form?"

"When I'm not on a job? Five, actually."

He turns to head out of the room, waving for Ekko to follow. "Not yet. We'll do some stretches and a light run to warm up, then I'll have a look at your weapon form."

He sighs deeply, but he'll follow Sonic out.

"You're a training nut, aren't you?"

"Stretches and a light run is hardly anything intense," he snorts, looking over his shoulder to roll his eyes at Ekko. "It's just a warm-up to get your muscles ready for the real training, so you don't end up hurting yourself through pulling or straining."

"But, admittedly, I can get a bit caught up."

"It is when you wake up this early." He grumbles.

"Good to know I pegged you right,"

"The early morning is the best time to run." He sticks his tongue out at Ekko. "It's cool and not too humid, and the endorphins help you start the day with a positive mindset."

"Sports and athletics are part of my domain as a god, if I wasn't into it, I would say they picked the wrong man for the job. Besides," he adds, a wide grin lighting up his face as he pushed the backdoor open. "How could I not be excited about this set up?"

Just beyond the door is a long, Olympic size pool, and beyond that? A running track with an obstacle course at its center. "I don't even have to set up my own training field!"

"How old are you?" He doesn't even know his own age, but his guess is that he's younger than Sonic is.

Ekko rolls his eyes. Whatever, he can deal, but he's not going to have fun waking up this early.

"You're a weird guy."

"Twenty-five, why?" He blinks owlishly at Ekko, tilting his head to the side. Is this because he's excited? He hardly thinks being excited about sports equipment is childish, especially not for a sports god.

Sigh.

"I do understand if you don't share my enthusiasm for self-improvement via physical fitness," he says as he walks along side the pool towards the track. "I won't demand that you meet my standards - they're impossible to achieve without years of hard work and diligence anyway. But I don't want to go into battle feeling that I cannot rely on you, and I certainly don't want to go into battle if you feel you can't rely on me. Training is the only way I know how to build this trust."

"Just curious." That's mostly it, actually. He just wants to know things, and the fact he's missing so much of what he should know is annoying. If he fills himself up with more knowledge, even if it's different, it's a bit placating.

"I don't mind running, I do mind being up this early. Running around midnight's more my thing." Hell he doesn't even mind running around during midday.

"Alright, stretch and run, right?" He's already stretching himself out.

At first he scowls at Ekko, still feeling a little self-conscious about the possible implication that his behavior might be considered childish. He knows he's not the epitome of maturity, but he does strive hard to maintain an air of professionalism when it comes to his work. He had hoped he could let a little bit of his guard down around his shinki, but he was starting to have his doubts.

"I suppose I could adjust to a later schedule if it's that much of a hardship for you, but I feel like the day can be used more productively when you begin it early."

"Keep your posture straight," he says as he dips down into a lunge. "And stretch to your furthest capacity. The point is to loosen your joints and warm up your muscles before pushing them to their limits."

Prof- Professionalism, this kid was the gang leader of a bunch of street kids. Professionalism doesn't get you that far in that kind of life.

"The day is the day no matter what. As long as you stay up for the same amount of time and do what you need, there's no difference." And he knows exactly how long he's been awake for at any given moment.

He does as he's told, finding no reason to fight him over stretches.

SIGH. "Well, it feels more productive when you begin early," he grumbles, giving Ekko an annoyed pout. Mouthy, that's what this kid was. Sonic would almost be proud of him, if he didn't want to give him a smack.

Smacking, however, as he well knows, does little to endear him to anyone, so he huffs and grumbles his way through his stretches instead. At least Ekko doesn't sass him about those.

When he finishes, he gestures to Ekko. "You can set the pace. We need to learn to work together, so it'll be better for me to match your speed."

Kid's mouthy, time to deal. You got what you got, and now you deal with the consequences of the heavens.

Exercise is exercise, and he doesn't actually want to strain anything.

"My pace, huh?" Alright, then he'll take off, and that's not exactly a teenager's normal running speed, and if Sonic looked closely enough he seems to be dashing and blinking forward every once in a while. He's not as fast as Sonic, but he's certainly faster than most.

Watching Ekko takes off makes tolerating all the mouthing off worth it. He watches him run for a bit, absolutely thrilled with how much Ekko exceeded his expectations. He was expecting to have to slow down to a snail's pace, but he could almost consider this a brisk jog. Not to mention, that blinking is so fascinating, he'll have to ask how he does it.

Once Ekko is about half way around the track, Sonic rushes to catch up to him, making up the distance with a crack of thunder and a blink of the eye.

There's no way he's going to explain the blinking. It's just something he can do, with more memories maybe he'd have some reason, but for now he'd be met with a shrug.

The crack of thunder and the speed- alright then. Sonic wasn't kidding when he said his whole name was Speed of Sound Sonic. He won't push himself to go any faster, because he's fairly sure this is as fast as he can go at a sustained pace. Good thing he's not just blowing hot air.

It's a bit like a game, making himself match Ekko's pace, only to have to dart forward moments later whenever Ekko blinks. Occassionally, he throws in a cartwheel or a flip, just to keep himself entertained, and to show off.

Once they reach the end of a lap, he asks, "Do you think you can handle a mile?"

"I can manage a mile." His stamina seems pretty good, from the running they've just done. A mile shouldn't be too hard for him. And besides, he'd hate to back down.

"Well, if you can manage a mile-" He darts forward, approximately the length of one of Ekko's blinks, and turns around, running backwards. "Can you catch me? I want to see more of that little trick you do!"

Man, what a show off. Well, Ekko's having fun, at least.

"We'll see." He dashes after Sonic, and tries to tag him. He doesn't go speed of sound, but with the dash-blinks, any time Sonic's close enough by, he'll tag him. Now he has a target, now his range is extended, and the range he can blink to gets just a bit wider.

Ekko gets him the first couple times. Sonic wasn't expecting the increase in range, and it takes him several tries to re-calibrate. For the rest of the lap, he hovers just out of reach, laughing quietly to himself.

For their third lap around the track, he zig-zags across the width of the path, giving Ekko a moving target to try and catch.

The first two hits are satisfying- and the third one eludes him.

By now it's been too long since the last two touches, he needs three. He's not sure why, but he really feels like three is the number he's supposed to be going for.

He gets close, he keeps getting close. The zig-zags are fun. It's a pattern he feels familiar with, though he feels more like he was attempting to dodge something than to catch. Either way, he has no falter in his step while he turns and dash-blinks. He's certainly steady even, at this speed.

As easy as it would be to dodge away when Ekko gets close, Sonic keeps the game as fair as he can and limits himself to zipping back and forth across the track.

Except, of course, when Ekko blinks into being right in front him. He barely avoids the collision, tripping over his own feet as he stumbles out of the way.

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chronobreak - 2016-07-07 19:10 (UTC) - Expand

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