[He runs down the familiar street that cuts between B and C block housing. Shiro had started in B just like he did ever morning. He paces himself. He has a date with the punching bag out back of his shared housing. The houses stretch before him shaded in orange and shadows, as the sun continues to rise.
He squints at the glare and turns his head, never loosing his footing. The sun used to be hell on new recruits and old back home. People complained. He'd just shut his eyes and went by memory. He'd never run in the castle of lions. The metal flooring and winding halls asked for an accident. Better to beat up the gladiator over and over.
Shiro slows down as he catches sight of Castor. He holds up a hand in greeting. Join him or want company in those drills?]
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He squints at the glare and turns his head, never loosing his footing. The sun used to be hell on new recruits and old back home. People complained. He'd just shut his eyes and went by memory. He'd never run in the castle of lions. The metal flooring and winding halls asked for an accident. Better to beat up the gladiator over and over.
Shiro slows down as he catches sight of Castor. He holds up a hand in greeting. Join him or want company in those drills?]