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Idris Khalid|| Σήθ (Set/Seth/Sutekh) (counterbalance) wrote in paxletalelogs,

The woman's reaction to his congenial greeting was unexpected, but Idris didn't let it deter his good mood. He merely arched an eyebrow at her easily giving him the cold shoulder and going about her business, soon heading off at an easy pace. Idris watched her jog away for a few moments before shrugging. What the hell.

Sure, she didn't seem very talkative, but the roads--and sidewalks--belonged to any who dared to traverse them. It was a free world, wasn't it, and he'd been wanting to head down that way before she'd even stepped out of the building. Idris spent all of maybe ten seconds loosely rationalizing his decision as he shuffled through his ipod playlists, finally selecting a new one he'd put together about a week ago.

The London Symphony Orchestra's version of "Fantasia On Greensleeves" filled his eardrums and he smiled to himself. Sure, he didn't listen to the usually up-tempo pop or rock songs that a lot of people did when exercising, but this sort of music suited his particular form of calorie burning perfectly. Nothing made Idris want to keep a steady pace more than the sound of bows frantically moving against taunt strings, or the rush of a brass section booming steadily in the background. Bagpipes were great for jogging, too, in his opinion. Bagpipes and the comforting sound of rain falling, with distant cracks of thunder every forty five seconds or so. This was the stuff.

And the sooner he finished his routes, all the better. He could turn the music off then--not that he thought it was in bad taste.

Idris let the soles of his running shoes hit the sidewalk pavement in a comfortable motion as he jogged in the direction the stern-faced woman had taken. It was good to stay on the move in one way or another, something about it had always felt right to him. There was no fun to be had in sitting around doing absolutely nothing, and how could anything be gained in such a manner? He had almost matched pace with the woman when he called out, still friendly in his tone.

"Mind a little company? This is one of my routes, too. Should be quick and painless." Idris grinned, glad he had his music turned up but not too loud; if she deigned to say more than three words to him this time, he'd hear them.