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Maybe Finn actually, deep down in some dark and hidden place, had broken wing syndrome. Maybe that's why he was taking such an interest in Oliver, enough so that he'd decided that the younger man needed to be taken out during the wee hours of the morning, when the island was still mostly dark, the sun was just barely beginning to peek up over the horizon, for a jogging session.

Daily. This was going to be a daily ******** thing if Finn had to drag the life trainee behind him with a rope.

He was waiting on the training field, stretching out his limbs when Oliver arrived, adorned in a pair of grey sweat pants and a black t-shirt and black running shoes, the only pair he currently owned since everything else he possessed was of the boot persuasion.

"Morning, Princess." Finn greeted Oliver, standing up straight as the other man approached. "Start stretching. We'll start when you're ready." Straight to it.

Finn began jogging on the spot while he waited for Oliver, who was moving at a snails pace it seemed. A drunk snail, as he stumbled about, nearly falling over, yawning....

"Jesus ******** Christ, Princess! Wake the ******** up!" Finn narrowed an eye the young mans way. Finn himself had been up for over an hour already, unable to sleep (as usual) and ready to go about his daily routine. Oliver had received his summoning for this day 24 hours previously, giving him plenty of time to get used to the idea, and get to bed early if necessary.

This was just plain pathetic, but what did he really expect from the life trainee?

Letting out a long sigh through his nose, Finn continued to wait, and when it looked like Oliver was ready, he nodded in the direction they were going to go, and set off, keeping himself at a slower than usual pace so that the other man could easily keep up.

"It depends on how far I feel like going, or how much I want to push myself on any particular day." He replied, breathing evenly and slowly as he jogged along. "You can start with a single lap, I suppose, and decide from their whether you can continue on. It might be difficult, to start with....but you'll find it's easier than it might have been before you came here. Your weapon does help a lot when it comes to enhancing your stamina and endurance levels." He explained, not minding the conversation, knowing that before long Oliver would be too oxygen depraved to want to speak.

Normally, a lap to Finn was more like going down to jog along the beach, than cutting across in front of the jungle, around the towns, and back to the dorms again.

Normally.

For the purposes of training Oliver, however, he felt that perhaps that might be a bit of a stretch to expect him to be able to complete a task of that size. So, instead, he nodded, and said. "Lets just go around the outer buildings, not including the towns or the lighthouse, and go from there." He continued along at a fairly slow pace for a time, but than picked it up to something slightly more brisk.

"Well, I'm a pretty heavy smoker, and a drinker.....and Trynt has been doing me quite a bit of good." He shrugged his shoulders, which were considerably more muscular than they had ever been before he had arrived on Deus.

Finn didn't even bother to answer that question, instead giving the young man a side long look, his stride never breaking as he reached into the pocket of his sweat pants and pulled out a pack of cigarettes.

Moments later, he had one of his trusty cancer sticks lit, dangling between his lips as he puffed out a long stream of smoke, placing the pack back into his pocket.

"Not as far as I can tell." Finn replied from around his cigarette, before reaching up with two fingers to hold it steady while taking a long drag, and than removing it so that he could breathe out the nicotine laced heaven that he had let enter into his lungs, but now had to expel.

"Jökul sounds a bit like Trynt in that regard." Finn than stated.

And than he picked up the pace just slightly more.

Finn took another long drag, exhaling smoke into the chilly morning air. He contemplated the question for a minute, not feeling a desperate need to chat while attempting to keep his breathing even (as if smoking the cigarette was really helping in that regard).

"He's never really...quiet." Finn finally answered. "There's always a low, raspy growl, like that's how he breathes or something. Or a sense of scales sliding against scales. Or sometimes he mutters things in a language I don't understand. I like to imagine he's cussing me out in those moments." Finn smirked, and took another drag from his cigarette.

There was a dry scoffing sound somewhere between a growl and a cough in his mind at that comment.

"He's not exactly intrusive most of the time, however. I appreciate that about him."

They were only barely over half way through a single damn lap, and Oliver was already letting him down. While it might not have been noticeable to the jogging rookie to his right, the pace was gradually beginning to slow down, and all because the young trainee wasn't able to keep it up.

Finn actually began to slow down with him, realized what was happening, took a final drag of his cigarette, flicked it away, and picked up his pace again to either force Oliver to keep up, or have him quickly begin to fall behind.

"Come on, Princess. Push through it. Nearly there."

Sort of nearly.

Finn thought about leaving him there. He truly, honestly did. They hadn't even finished one single lap and Oliver had somehow managed to stumble over something and fall into the bushes. The moon intermediate let out an annoyed huff of air, and jogged in place, waiting for the young man to drag himself back out again so that they could continue.

When he didn't, Finn finally stopped, and walked over to the edge of the bushes.

"Comfortable?" He asked, and the annoyance was clear in his tone.