Chris Traeger is a perfect storm of emotions. (waytogo) wrote in the100, @ 2015-10-09 21:42:00 |
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Entry tags: | !log/thread, chris traeger, lito rodriguez |
Who: Chris Traeger and Lito Rodriguez.
What: Dance lesson!
When: Saturday afternoon, 10/9.
Where: Lito’s room to start.
Warnings: Probably none, other than Trouble stuff and maybe some sexual tension.
It had been over a week since Chris’s last full day off from work. He didn’t like having downtime; it was too easy to fall down the rabbit hole of obsessive thoughts and unhealthy responses. Of course, the urge to keep busy was itself a compulsion, a way to deny his many anxieties even the tiniest chance to consume his mental space once again. But there were worse coping mechanisms. As long as his diet and exercise regimen — newly adapted for this world — kept his energy levels up, he figured he could maintain this pace indefinitely.
Still, he wasn't superhuman. He did need to get some rest. So he’d slept in that morning, trading his usual sunrise 15K for a later, lighter jog around the once-frozen lake out front. The weather was cool and crisp, and it buoyed his spirits. He even took a moment to gaze up at the sky; he literally stopped and smelled the roses. Well, it was more like a patch of dandelions and assorted other weeds, but close enough.
By the time the afternoon rolled around, Chris was all leisured out. Now he wanted to get up and do something. Fortunately he had that something already lined up.
Lito’s room was just down the hall from his own, so it didn’t take him long to reach the front door of apartment 505P. Still wearing his workout clothes — he’d barely even broken a sweat during his earlier run — Chris gave the door a firm knock before announcing his presence verbally. “Chris Traeger, reporting for duty!” he called, his voice cheerful and eager.