<strong>Name:</strong>Terry Hunter (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264761.msg13074475#msg13074475) and Gavin Brightman (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264761.msg13077767#msg13077767)<br/><strong>Time / Location:</strong>Friday, June 9th - Morning, Acacia Circle and leading onto Robinson Road<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Parker<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Being sociable<br/><br/><hr/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://i1180.photobucket.com/albums/x401/callmecapone/Setting%20and%20RP/black-metalhead-2.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(http://i1180.photobucket.com/albums/x401/callmecapone/Setting%20and%20RP/article-2217762-157F7C5F000005DC-127_634x823.jpg?1490487255041&amp;1490487257213&amp;1490487258722)</div>Terry was certainly beginning to sweat beneath his hoodie, his shaved head shining brightly in the morning sun as a result. However, he could already see the darkened stains forming at the collar of Gavin's shirt. The older man was certainly out of shape, and no doubt still had plenty of Maker's Mark to sweat out of his system. While he was out of breath, Terry continued to "sing" the song as best as he could, shaking his head side to side as he gasped "It's a beautiful day, it's a beautiful day, it's a beautiful -<em>pant</em>- beautiful -<em>pant</em>- beautiful..."<br/><br/>He was too distracted to have noticed the beautiful brunette waving a hand their direction, and Gavin's eyes were closed as his head tilted back, already yearning for an end to this torture.<br/><br/><strong>"You guys training privately or can the new woman on the block follow you to find the best running paths?"</strong><br/><br/>Terry's attention was immediately brought to the woman, his body halting its progress and feet jogging in place. He reached a hand out to grasp his Uncle by the shoulder, his other hand immediately turning the song off on his phone. Here we go. He wasn't exactly in the mood to be playing match-maker with his Uncle, and there was certainly something... uncomfortable about trying to help Gavin get over his late Aunt, but there was always the chance that finding a new woman to love could help bring his Uncle out of the pit he'd allowed himself to sink into.<br/><br/>Not that he was expecting himself to be looking at Mrs. Aunt or anything. Just... never pass up an opportunity.<br/><br/>"I'm afraid we wouldn't really know where those paths are, I'm afraid," he panted, continuing his pace. He turned to his Uncle, who had stopped altogether, hands on his hips as he panted, not even making eye contact. Terry gave him a back-handed whack on the chest, nodding to his legs. "C'mon, soldier, ain't nobody told you to stop."<br/><br/>"Soldier?" Gavin questioned, eyes squinting. "I'm the Sergeant, and the Sergeant needs a break." For a moment Gavin turned and made eye contact with the woman, but his gaze immediately turned towards the road ahead, his hand rubbing at his scruffy chin.<br/><br/>"Anyway, I'm Terry," the young man said, shoving his phone back in the pocket of his hoodie before extending his hand, bouncing up and down with each step. "I'm new to the neighborhood myself. And this here..."<br/><br/>"Why good morning Beverly!" Gavin waved across the street, a smirk on his face. The slightly older lady scowled and seemed to express some vulgarities before stomping into her home, leaving Gavin to chuckle to himself, clearly amused by some secret insult his presence gave.<br/><br/>"...uh, this is my Uncle Gavin," Terry finished.<br/><br/>"Charmed," Gavin nodded.