<br/><div class="floatleft">(https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn%3AANd9GcTUi55mntK3tZlhZUHZ-fQiifxkAfVa2ptVjCldzcwrUTRNp5HH&amp;usqp=CAU)</div><br/><br/><strong>Character</strong>: James/Warpath<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Cafeteria<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Louis, Alisa, Jean<br/><hr/><br/>James slipped quietly to his feet as Alisa made to leave. It was mostly habit, a sort of old-fashioned bit of manners these days, but one his mother and grandmother had drilled into him often enough when he was growing up. He spoke up in an attempt at catching her before she was gone completely. "I spend a lit of time out in those woods," he said, "And in the gym, so if you need a workout buddy or just someone to meditate with..."<br/>He looked at Jean and Louis and gave a little shrug at the slightly awkward moment, then went to gather his plates and utensils together and made to leave as well. "She's right this was a nice way to finish up a morning. I think I'm going to do a lap or two around the exercise track at the gym and then shower and maybe catch a movie on Netflix or whatever at the student union. Or whatever Ms. Frost calls it." He smiled and backed away from the table.<br/>"Feel free to give me a call if you guys want to get together later on and hang out or whatever. Do we have anything, speaking of Ms. Frost, scheduled like a class activity or anything over the weekend?"