Well, breakfast had been interesting, to say the least. But now it was time to go outside, and Claude had to admit the idea of getting some fresh air was pretty nice. He checked the bulletin again as he made his way through the sun room. Once that was finished, it wasn't long before he was standing outside in the rec field.
It was true there were a lot of horrible things about Landel's, but but being able to take a deep, clean breath was at least something Claude could appreciate.
For a moment, he considered grabbing a ball from the shed and bouncing it against the wall that surrounded the courtyard, but he didn't particularly feel like asking permission from the nurse, nor was he in the mood to get scolded by her for not asking permission. On the other hand, there was some sort of soccer game that was supposed to go on today, wasn't there? While that sounded like it'd be fun, maybe he ought to just do some basic stretches instead. That man from breakfast probably hadn't been far from the truth when he'd said his skills were going to get rusty.
Actually, he thought to himself as he sat himself down onto the grass, it'd be ideal if he could spar with someone, like Dias maybe. But who had the time for that during nightshift? And doing it during dayshift was practically impossible...
He'd just have to do what he could, he guessed. Sighing to himself, Claude leaned forward and touched the tip of his foot in a good, solid stretch.
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It was true there were a lot of horrible things about Landel's, but but being able to take a deep, clean breath was at least something Claude could appreciate.
For a moment, he considered grabbing a ball from the shed and bouncing it against the wall that surrounded the courtyard, but he didn't particularly feel like asking permission from the nurse, nor was he in the mood to get scolded by her for not asking permission. On the other hand, there was some sort of soccer game that was supposed to go on today, wasn't there? While that sounded like it'd be fun, maybe he ought to just do some basic stretches instead. That man from breakfast probably hadn't been far from the truth when he'd said his skills were going to get rusty.
Actually, he thought to himself as he sat himself down onto the grass, it'd be ideal if he could spar with someone, like Dias maybe. But who had the time for that during nightshift? And doing it during dayshift was practically impossible...
He'd just have to do what he could, he guessed. Sighing to himself, Claude leaned forward and touched the tip of his foot in a good, solid stretch.
One...Two...Three...Four...
[Gonna get harassed by Sync.]