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

Her words--meant to be cutting, he supposed, or dissuading--could not be blocked by the symphony pouring into his earbuds. Idris was unperturbed by her claim that his chatter interrupted her focus. He'd dispute such a remark under different circumstances, but for now he paid more attention to the fact that while she seemed intent on ignoring him, she hadn't said a word about him jogging nearby.

And that, Idris thought as he jogged along merrily, was what mattered. Her comment had brought an easy grin to his face, brows arching in amusement. A little bit of morning crankiness was not going to ruin his day.

"My apologies. I'll try not to break your concentration too much. My name's Idris, by the way." He grew quiet for a few beats in order to allow the woman to tell him what her name was, if she chose to do so. Regardless, he knew he wouldn't be able to resist being quiet for too long. For the time being, his attention shifted to his musical choice--the violins in "Greensleeves" were growing more fervent, eventually giving way to the soft notes of a flute. The sidewalk seemed to unfold before him as the music did, his pace remaining uniform.