Post by Alecsander on Feb 6, 2019 20:18:27 GMT -5
Place: London
Time: October, 2017
Characters Involved: Curse and Alex Kameren
"C'mon!"
Alex turned, jogging backwards as he called to his brother. The eldest Kameren was behind him, breathing heavily and swearing under his breath. Alex couldn't help a grin in response to the murderous look Curse shot him. Perhaps he shouldn't smoke so much. He briefly considered mentioning this, but refrained in self-interest. Plus he didn't want to have to explain how they'd both received identical injuries upon limping their way to the nearest hospital. He'd probably have to do quite a lot of the lifting. Chainsmoking certainly wasn't doing Curse's lungs any favors.
Alex turned back around, picking up his pace now that he was watching where he was going and falling into a easy rhythm. Hadn't Curse told him he could handle a little run? Alex wasn't quite sure what Curse was doing, whether it could be considered a "run", but he was moving. Fairly quickly. If you defined that as "slightly faster than an asthma'd snail."