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As Bornes walked for the rest of the day, he wasn't too hot but he did begin sweating. Much less so than Isiah, which one would suppose unusual since Bornes was the one with long sleeves on. His legs were also not as sore as he supposed Isiah's were- Bornes was used to walking considerable distances. He was a vagrant of sorts, and didn't like cars. He supposed he could have gotten a motorcycle over the years but... He was still an illegal immigrant and didn't exactly have legal work either. Getting pulled over for lack of license plate or registration would have been too much of a hassle. So too would have been obtaining those things without papers.

If he had some place far to go, he'd take public transit or a taxi. But he tried to walk a lot of it. Usually he had a case with him. A guitar case, where he stuffed clothes and the sign of his profession. But grabbing his case when the siren went off was the last thing on his mind when he'd run to the nearest vault- not to mention the case wasn't even on him at the time. He sighed just as Isiah's hand released his own.

The first thing he did was wipe the sweat off on his black pants before opening his eyes beneath the sunglasses. He shifted his weight as he looked around.
"Barely," he admitted. Something must be wrong with the atmosphere. Usually he could take his sunglasses off by sundown but he wouldn't attempt it now. When the sun fully set though, he thought perhaps he could take them off.

He dropped his book to the ground. It was a cloth hardcover and there was a nice, hand-shaped sweat stain all over the spine. He grumbled some choice french curses to himself at the sight.

He turned to Isiah, holding out his left hand. "I can still walk for a few more hours, if you're up to it. I will take the bag."

Bornes took the bag in his hand, but dropped it to the ground almost directly afterward so he could put his book inside. After doing so, he heaved the bag over his left shoulder and gave a slightly disappointing answer.
"Probably much less than you would hope."

He readjusted the bag before continuing to walk, presumably leading the way.
Bornes was a slim man, built more like a runner than a fighter. He wouldn't take much pride in his fighting skills; he had other traits he enjoyed having... And abusing.
One of which was his sight. Yes, it had its disadvantages-- blindness on sunny days, for example -- but when it came to nightfall, Bornes was almost positive he was the only person who could see perfectly. Once the sun set fully, he took off his sunglasses, his bright green irises blinking as Quatre tucked the glasses on the collar of his button-down dress shirt.
He looked back to Isiah as it progressively got darker.
"Can you see all right?" He gave a slight snerk, mostly for himself, at the question.

Bornes let out a small laugh at the remarks, and looked back to see Isiah enjoying the cigarette for a moment.
When he brought his face back forward, he readjusted the duffle bag on his back and asked "So what brand is it you usually smoke?"

Bornes gave the best shrug he could without dumping the bag off his shoulders.
"I am not addicted. And I was not highly stressed in the vault." He took a few more steps before continuing. "It was easy for me."

He stopped, turning to face Isiah at a ninety degree angle, "Besides. I bought those the day of for pure reminiscence. It was the first brand I smoked." He looked away, toward the vast expanse of ruin and nothing in front of them. "I am not brand loyal. I just buy what I feel like at the time." He gave another shrug, looking back to Isiah.

"Do you want to stop?" He was going to throw in a 'you look really tired' but decided he'd played with Isiah's temper a bit too much today.

Bornes cocked his head slightly, looking over how Isiah held himself before turning back and beginning again.
"If you're sure..." He said quietly as he continued onward.

About two and a half hours later, the night sky was completely black, and he was sure Isiah wouldn't be able to see a damn thing. He turned around again, watching the weary man.
"Do you want to stop?"

Now Borne's legs had an idle burning and his knees were very sore. He figured he could go with the bag.. Maybe one or two more hours before calling it a night, though he knew if he pushed it over two more hours he probably wouldn't be able to walk for very long tomorrow.

As Isiah sat down, Bornes turned and walked back over to the other man, dropping the duffel bag on the ground with a thud. After that, he sat on top of it, studying the man who was covered in sweat.
"I couldn't help but noticing," he began. "If you were so hot the entire time, why did you only take your jacket off after the sun set?" Maybe his skin was sensitive to the sun?
Bornes leaned his forearms on his legs while he leaned back, arching his back to crack his spine. After the light pops were heard, he let out a groan of gratitute, stretching out his legs next, his tail waving wildly for two seconds to get out its own kinks.

Bornes stared awkardly at Isiah at the ink answer, trying to wonder why the irishman would care. Finally the real answer came, and the hybrid let out a loud laugh.

When he stopped, he grinned a bit. "Perhaps then we should travel at night. We would probably get farther along that way." He lifted up his left arm, as if that would help him explain. "I could see and you wouldn't burn." He looked back to Isiah. "We could sleep during the day?"
The last was phrased as a question. Bornes really didn't know if they could sleep during the day-- he'd never slept outside before.
Well, not purposefully, any way.

Bornes laughed again.
"No. If you really are that tired, I suppose we could rest for a while. But don't fall asleep. That will be the hardest part."

He leaned back on the duffelbag, stretching out his legs and giving a rather high-pitched yawn. Bornes' normal voice was in the tenor area, though that was not his natural voice. He trained himself to speak in tenor. His normal voice was somewhere around the alto range. Somewhat embarrassing for a male.

When he was done, he brought his feet back toward the duffel, leaning his forearms on his thughs and clasping his hands together.
"What would you like to do to pass the time?"