《Dan》<br/>Location: Abendblume<br/>Present: Roman<a class="username" data-user-id="288" data-username="Flannel King" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/288/">Flannel King</a><br/><br/><div class="bbImageWrapper bbImageAligned--left js-lbImage" data-lb-caption-extra-html="" data-lb-sidebar-href="" data-single-image="1" data-src="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/attachments/large-1474549850-8556ed949db23ac5ebadb1bd61a9efc6-jpg.137342/" title="large-1474549850-8556ed949db23ac5ebadb1bd61a9efc6.jpg">
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</div>Dan's eyes went to the finger tucked between the pages of Roman's book. Why was that simple gesture so captivating?<br/><br/>He returned his gaze to the young man's face. It was a nice view, anyway. "Yeah, I mean…" he thought about their last assignment. Being a guard was fine until it came to being shot at. "Actually, Alvaro suggested it."<br/><br/>Dan frowned as he thought about it. "I assumed it was okayed by your dad." That was right, he had forgotten for a moment that Roman was "the" Mr. Hale's son. How the hell had he forgotten that? But he was pulled from that thought by the next couple of questions, which made him laugh with surprise.<br/><br/>"Me? No, not military," he shook his head, chuckling. "That's Rebel, not me. But yeah, I was thinking about a boot camp. Not the military kind; the fitness kind, you know? Like crossfit or something? Maybe throw in a few group challenges so they can learn how to work together and think together?"<br/><br/>He leaned forward and rested his sandwich on his knee. "I was hoping that you and I could work together on that, then maybe figure out something for general fitness for everyone else. You have the kids in a sport but their parents are just…existing. I think some kind of activity on a regular basis would be good. What do you think?"