Fantasy RP In the Arms of the Fallen

Gavyn was about to reply to her, before the sound of her watch went off. He knew that sound - as his went off just a moment after hers. He looked down at his watch and gave a curious look towards her. “Do you plan on jogging?” He asked her next.

If she did end up jogging, it was best she did it in sunlight. Most demon attacks never happened directly out in the open during the day, but he couldn’t be too careful now that his original plan had diverted and he wanted to keep this huntress alive at all costs. Every fiber of his being was yelling at him to not ask this next question, but he did. “I’d you do, care if I join? I usually go for a morning run as well..” he mentioned, although mentally he was telling himself this would be a bad idea, as others would see he was with the huntress.
 
Kayla's curious gaze landed on his watch as a similar sound followed after hers. Did he work out as well? She could not help glancing over his frame for a moment before meeting his gaze when he questioned her plan. "I do, good way to get the blood pumping and the brain fog away," she answers with a smile. About to walk off to get her running shoes from her room, she paused at his offer to join her; she had a feeling they would get along well. "Sure, as long as you show me the cool running trails," Kayla said with a wink, heading upstairs for a few minutes.

Outside the shop, she was doing some simple stretches to prepare her body for exercise. Her hair tied up in a long braided ponytail, a pair of leggings, and a crop top as her outfit, and expensive running shoes she got as a gift from her mentor. Kayla looks over to the front door, waiting for him to walk out, hoping he does not wimp out on her. Already, she was impressed that he desired to jog with her; what more was under that businessman's mask he wore?
 
Gavyn didn’t take long to get ready for the run, he had came out in a simple workout outfit. Good running shorts, clearly worn yet comfortable and supportive tennis shoes, and a moisture wicking t shirt to top it all off. He had grabbed his water bottle and was messing with something on his watch as he came out of the store.

He looked up at Kayla and gave her a grin. “I do know the best spots to jog, so if you don’t mind following me…” he began as he started to warm up himself, stretching and moving his body in various motions to ‘wake up’ his muscles.
 
There he was, clearly prepared with his own workout outfit, simple and fitting; she quite liked it but would not dare utter such a compliment out loud. She glances down the sidewalk, then over to Gavyn when he offered to lead the way, which made the most sense, she was a blind mouse in this area. "I guess you can lead the way," she hums. Walking close to him, ready to set a jog, lest he planned to sprint the first stretch. A usual part of her routine was to jog it out and finish with a nice sprint, getting high off the blood rush of adrenaline, which then led to a session of battle techniques with her sword. Kayla would not get a break until mid-afternoon for a shower and a meal. The reason she was milking this mission a little bit, get herself a break.
 
Gavyn gave her a list nod before he finished his stretching. “Sure thing. I usually start with a jog and finish with a sprint. Do you think that’s doable?” He asked, looking her body over. There was nothing of intent behind his eyes, sure she had an attractive body, but he was just assessing how physically fit she was.

Given on how toned she appeared to be, he figured she’d be able to keep up with him easily. “Once we’re done, I’ll take you to the local coffee shop for breakfast,” he added in. He didn’t know why, but wanting to keep her company longer than usual was something that he kept finding himself doing.
 
His suggestion made her smirk, followed by a light blush crossing her cheeks as his gaze swept over her frame, with no hint of lust behind it, more like an assessment. She chews her lips to get her focus back as she nods. "Sounds good," she agrees. Turning her wrist, she set her watch to track her workout, unaware that her heart rate had spiked from his look.

Kayla was looking at him like a man, a human, completely oblivious to the being before her actually being a demon. That fact alone proved she was not prepared for the career she had prepared for her whole life. "Let's go, standing beside him.
 
“Let’s go then,” he spoke to her next, soon setting off on his usual route. Thankfully the demons in this town usually only attacked at night, so he didn’t have to worry too much about them. But he couldn’t help but feel stared from them as he jogged on by with the hunter clearly in plain sight. He would have to do some explaining and he was definitely not prepared for that.
 
Young, in her status of the order she held pride in being assigned on this mission without her mentor to aid her, which she finally saw all the time and energy she put into herself to prove she was a true hunter. Yet, here she was blind to what stood right in front of her. A fool she was. Matching his pace, she held her arms at a right angle at her side as they slightly swung with each stride. She kept him slightly in front to guide their route while she focused on the surrounding area, keeping an eye out for any demon nests in abandoned houses or haunting homes of lonely humans. "So how long have you lived here?" sparked up some form of conversation.
 
Gavyn kept his pace easily, knowing she would be able to keep up with him. As they jogged past a bend in the road, he stopped momentarily at a cross walk before continuing on when the way was clear. He heard her ask about how long he had been in this town and he thought about it, but not too briefly— just in case she would pick up on that. He didn’t want to raise any suspicions, at least, more than he had to. “Eh, I’ve moved a lot in the past. I don’t stick around too long, but I’ve been here for about four years,” he tells her next, he glanced over at her when he was able to, wondering what she thought about that.
 

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