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He'd been people watching because he really hadn't had anything better to do. The first thing he needed to do when he got back to the real word was, Dahl realized, but more books. Or a Kindle. Something. While he'd been told it was important to exercise, he was loathe to go about running. So here he was, sitting the bleacher watching people and wondering if he could possibly learn something about someone by the way they kicked their legs up as they ran.

Asher had been noticed - he was bad with names, but good with faces and bodies. Except, what the ******** was Asher doing? Dahl leaned forward as Asher stopped still and seemed to stare around and, oh. Well, the game was up - he'd been noticed. He leaned back with a sigh.

"Energetic, aren't you?"

"Sitting around isn't so bad. Sweat suits you, though.. I guess." He didn't want it to sound too much like a compliment. As for exercise - well, Dahl didn't hate sweating, he just liked the showers that came after much more. And people watching was always amusing. "I would guess it would be preparation. What's the point of gathering a number of 'chosen' without some kind of 'big bad' to fight against." He crossed one leg over the other.

"Doubting yourself so early? You were chosen for a reason, right, Asher?" They all were, even if he had no clue what a god would want with an escort or why she thought an escort worker would make a suitable soldier. He gestured to the spot on the bleachers next to him.

"You'd have to talk to Zeus for that," he said idly, wishing as well for a cooling breeze, despite his sedentary position. "God of thunder and rain, et cetera. Maybe you can cozy up with Mal and see if he can ask." He fished a cloth out of his pocket and handed it to Asher.

"Dry yourself before you sweat enough to drown." He pushed his own hair out of his face and sighed. "Snow is nice, though. Calming or something. Why - you hate it?"

"But snow also looks so nice before it gets that way. Makes even a dirty city look clean. You're so cynical." He liked the cold, the biting weather that precluded snow maybe even better than the white stuff itself. Snow could impede his business, but sometimes it was nice to have a break. And some of his regulars were extra generous after a stint away. It had its uses.

He looked down his nearly aquiline nose at Asher and his now-damp cloth. "I was hoping you'd offer to wash it first, but yes."

"D.C.," he said flatly, giving the cloth a look. "And you mean pretty much everywhere. I didn't say it stayed that way, but in the beginning or overnight - yeah, it's clean."

"So where did you live that once it touches the ground it gets dirtied that second?"

"You're going to fling sweat on me," he said disapprovingly, eyeing Asher's rather extravagant hair. There were much more preferable ways to get other peoples' sweat on him than rogue hair droplets.

He gave Asher an odd look. "Of course I have. I can think of about one hundred worse things. At least it wakes you up, and, at this point, shouldn't you just expect things to be hiding under that veneer of white snow?" Dahl tapped his feet carefully into snow piles, but they didn't prevent all puddle incidents. Water proof shoes and extra socks were wonderful.