Avery had been running for quite a long while now, and it was really getting to him. He finally paused to rest, his breath coming in rough, uneven gasps. My lungs and throat are on fire, Avery thought, gently holding the front of his neck. Dang it, that kid can run...but of course, I can't, 'cause I'm no runner. Better just walk the rest of the way. Avery was suddenly interrupted by a cough. Then came another one. He forced himself to stop wheezing, even though it hurt his throat badly. At this point, all he needed was water, but did he have it right now? No. Was there a place he could get it right now? Most likely not. He heaved a sigh then cleared his throat, letting go of his neck. He decided that even though he was totally beat and parched, he'd still try and follow Vanilla...wherever the heck he went. Avery quickly scanned the area around him, looking for even a silhouette of the kid. To no avail, though, he sauntered along coolly to the direction Vanilla had sprinted off in. He knew for a fact that he was getting closer, closer by the second.
Avery reached into his hoodie pocket and pulled out another can of his drink, sipping it and thinking, You are one stupid boy, oh yes. You were choking back there and you completely forgot about this. Smart! He stopped drinking after a few seconds and held the half-empty can tight, still walking forward. No twists or turns, he kept on going straight. That's what his instincts told him to do, so he was gonna do it. I'm probably just gonna end up in the middle of nowhere like I always do--oh hey look, a beach. Avery pulled down his sunglasses thoughtfully, examining the silhouette he saw. It was a running silhouette. No one runs on the beach, so he knew it was that boy. There's the little nutcase.
Avery heaved a sigh and started following at his own pace - a smooth, steady walk. Let me tell you, though, he was rather ticked off about how slow he was compared to this kid who was going what, a mile a minute? Yeah, probably. You know, bug dumb body, maybe you should try to run, because if you can't tell, you're getting absolutely nowhere going at this pace. Pick it up, you tortise! Avery took a deep breath and tossed out his can of relaxation stuff which was now empty, and started off with a steady lope over to Vanilla, slowly but surely increasing his pace. After a short while, he finally caught up and quietly slowed himself back to a walk. Now he could get a good look at the kid. While he was strolling along, he skimmed Vanilla's figure quickly, smirking a bit, even though it was kind of hard to do since he was running. His hair would look really beautiful if he actually cleaned it. What kinda life does this kid live, anyways?
"Dang it, kid, you can run!" Avery called out to him, even though he "wasn't supposed to speak yet." He helf-hoped Vanilla didn't hear his voice, even though it was a rather distinctive voice. Avery's voice was a little bit low, but not like an alto voice, oh no. Just a bit lower than a tenor voice for a male his age. He sounded slightly mischevous and totally naughty, and to top it all off, there was a thick, heavy Japanese accent. Dang it, Avery, you can totally spoil moments like this. Congrats, he's gonna turn around and yell and question you now, you know it. Unless he didn't notice. But if he didn't notice, that wouldn't be any fun, now would it?
