<div class="floatleft">(http://40.media.tumblr.com/73b31295bc3727bd330adbc585e67ef6/tumblr_mnnmpbJtEG1qhv5sho7_1280.jpg)</div><br/><br/><br/><strong>Name:</strong><strong>Joao Silvas</strong>(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=265658.msg13115438#msg13115438)<br/><br/><strong>Date:</strong>April 1, 2017<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Early Afternoon<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Pacific Heights, unnamed walking/running trail<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Sara McComb<br/><strong>Summary:</strong>Learning that he's not as agile as he thought...<br/><br/><br/><hr/><hr/><br/>His wrists still perched along the crown of his skull, fingers interwoven behind it, he took another deep breath and turned his head back to the trail; from here it was mostly downhill to the apartment and would make a nice way to cool down with his legs complaining about the previous sprint.  Another deep breath filled his lungs as he pushed himself to a jog again, the scrape of his shoes against the concrete once again finding a rhythm as his legs churned.  A small step to the side allowed him to give way to another jogger finishing his uphill climb but then, once the coast was clear, he pulled at the collar of his shirt to wipe away some sweat that threatened to drop into his eyes, blinding him for a few seconds.<br/><br/><strong>"Pepe!</strong>he heard the first time but it didn't quite process.  It was San Francisco, he'd seen his fair share of people fighting in public and just assumed that was the case.  But the second time he heard the name, a bit closer, he could hear that timber and whine in the woman's voice.<em>And when was the last time you met someone named Pepe, Joao?</em>he thought to himself, pulling his shirt back down and giving himself a moment to look around.  But moment wasn't long enough as his eyes caught a flash of brown and black tearing towards him, the occasional flash of a red tongue and white underbelly bouncing among the blur, a leash trailing like a comet's tail.<br/><br/>As he forecast the next moments in his mind, it was as easy as planting one foot and holding the other up, waiting for the leash to come underfoot and then stomp down it, saving the day.  Joao should have known better than to assume something that simple or that his plan would survive more than a couple of seconds in reality.  The first foot planted just fine, a slight bounce to make sure he was free for his next planned move.  But what he failed to account for was that the dog was chasing something... and that something took a hard turn to the right.  And, with that turn, so did the illusive Pepe.<br/><br/>The next few moments were a blur of him attempting... something... Pepe running into him, his fall to the ground.  It must have been funny to see, as while he worked to stand up he could hear some people jiggling as the small dog sat back looking at him, probably just as puzzled as to the chain of events as he was.  But, by some miracle, the leash was within reach and, wanting to salvage some dignity, Joao snatched it and twisted the lead around his wrist to make sure it stayed secure.  Seeming to writhe on the ground for a moment, he brought his knees in front of him as he sat and smiled at the dog, arms curled around his legs to take some of the strain off his stomach and abs.  "Well hello there," he said softly, tipping his head to be bit more on Pepe's level.  "Nice to meet you," he laughed, reaching out and scratching the dog behind the ears, content to wait until his owner appeared.  He glanced around and in the direction he came, noticing the redhead jogging toward him, presumably to collect her dog, and the reason he began smiling even brighter.