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[cottoncandypink]

It's stupidly hot in Los Santos today. It's also raining. How does that even happen? It's disgusting.

Since he can't let the dog out at home without inevitably getting mud all over the house, he's let the dog out on the grounds at Milliways. And since everyone else in Los Santos feels the same way about getting their workout done in the disgusting heat rain, the gym is full to capacity.

Luckily, there's a perfectly good lake to go for a run around. Wilford would just like to know how people run with their dogs, because he's tripped over his twice, and is trying very hard not to do it a third time.

After, once he gives up trying to get any meaningful exercise in, he leaves the dog outside and heads back to the bar for a cold drink and to see if he can find a race or something on TV to watch.

[ooc: catch him at the lake, or at the bar, or anywhere in between.]

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[herr_bookman]

Autor is also running. Trying to outrun his demons never works, but he makes a valiant attempt anyway. He's been out here for an hour, pushing himself to reach his top speed as long as he can.

He falls into step beside Wilford, drenched in sweat, and gives him a nod.

[cottoncandypink]

Wilford tries to nod back, but Buster runs in front of him, and he almost eats shit for the third time in twenty minutes.

"Get out!" he shouts at the dog as he struggles to regain his balance.

Buster thinks this is a great game!

[herr_bookman]

Autor slows his pace, offering Wilford a pair of raised brows. "Why run with him?" the ex-soldier asks, in clipped tones.

[cottoncandypink]

Wilford stops to catch his breath. Running on a treadmill in a nice gym is much different to running outside with a manic dog.

"I tied him up but he slipped out of his collar."

His knees are scraped up and muddy from the first time Buster got underfoot.

[herr_bookman]

Autor also stops, panting just as much as Wilford and Buster. The boy waits until he calms down to speak again, brushing his sweaty bangs out of his face. "I have something to tell you. I'm quitting next month."

[cottoncandypink]

Wilford nods, almost brushing it off until he has a moment to actually listen to the words that are said.

"What? Since when?" he asks.

People don't usually quit. They tend to get fired before they have a chance.

[herr_bookman]

"After the second week of next month, I will have made enough money to go to medical school," Autor says, his words firm and steady. "So I won't need to work for a while."

He bows his head. "Thank you for the opportunity."

[cottoncandypink]

Wilford thinks about this. It's still a month off, so he's got plenty of time to make other arrangements.

He nods, having no reason to kick up a fuss over the resignation.

"Forgot to tell you. Dog's all yours on Thursday. I've got a dentist appointment in the morning."

Buster tries to lick Wilford's scraped knee, and gets a little swat on the snout for his efforts. It doesn't seem to deter him.

[herr_bookman]

"Sure," Autor says, his shoulders drooping with relief. "I am willing to train a replacement. I've already written the ad."

[cottoncandypink]

Wilford shakes his head. "No, I'll do that."

It's not that he doesn't trust Autor's judgement. He just... doesn't trust Autor's judgement.

"I'll ask around and see if anybody's getting rid of their help."

He stands up straight again and looks over the lake. With no warning, he bends down to pick up a rock and hurls it out into the water, sending Buster blundering off to go find it.

[herr_bookman]

"Good luck," Autor says, calmly watching Buster thrash about in the water. "That dog is dumber than a bag of hammers. I'm really going to miss him."

[cottoncandypink]

"I'll let you know if I need a babysitter."

He watches his dog disappear under the water, only to come back up spluttering and snuffing water. But he still hasn't found his rock, so he keeps trying.

Wilford wonders how he survived at all as a runaway.

[herr_bookman]

"Please do, although I'll be spending a lot of time in my own world, so I might not be as available," Autor says, adjusting his glasses, careful not to smudge the actual glass with his sweaty fingers.

[cottoncandypink]

Wilford nods. The dog is properly distracted for another five minutes at least, so he motions back down the path and starts running again. Whether Autor wants to follow him or not is up to him.