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[color=f7941d]"Make it stop,"[/color] a young man cursed under his breath as he blindly searched for his cellphone. An alarm was going off for quite some time now, first blending with his dreams before snapping him to the cold and harsh reality of an early Monday morning. [color=f7941d]"Early... Monday-"[/color] his eyes widened in shock as he saw the time. It was far from early. It was even further from a morning.

Springing up to his feet like a cat, he stumbled across the room as he tried reaching the bathroom. He told himself he'd use this Monday to start being productive, creative. It was his first week in a new city after all. It was two days ago that he had first landed to Sol City, but he gave himself the weekend off. To unpack, get comfortable with the new surroundings, his new apartment. Well, a rented one. But it served the purpose well. Not big enough to host a party, but he had to think about making some friends before even considering hosting a party of any kind. Half eaten baklava was still on the work desk, his mother's welcoming present. She always knew he was a fan of sweets. It remained uneaten on a plate next to a blank sheet of paper and a laptop. He had tried drawing yesterday, but ended up watching random videos long into the night.

He deserved some time to cool all of the excitement off, at least he told himself that.

Checking his social networks was his favorite morning routine, an addiction even. Took him a while to answer some of the messages before he came across a menacing one from none other than his little sister. 

[color=00a651][KIDDO, 7:15 AM] "Don't forget to get some exercise in every now and then. Healthy mind is in a healthy body. XOXOX <3" [/color]

How she had the energy to be so active, Ash had no idea. But then again, maybe she was right. A good way to start the day, even if it was halfway done, would be to go for a little run. What could go wrong? He erased the excuse he had written, answering the message with a single muscle emoji. 

From what little he had informed himself of the city's layout near his apartment complex, there was a park in the vicinity. He could run there and do a couple of laps around, ending the session at a nearby store. Pick something for lunch. The baklava won't exactly fill his munchies forever. As he got dressed into sweatpants, army colors, and a short sleeved black shirt with a basketball design on it, Ash cracked his knuckles.

[color=f7941d]"Let's put this theory to the test!"[/color]

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[h1][b]Corona Park[/b][/h1]
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The weather was colder than when he first came to the city. Two days had certainly made a lot of changes, but he didn't particularly mind. Colder weather was always more appreciated than hot, if Ash was asked. Not that he was. The park quickly got into his reach, a blessing in the eyes of the young man.

[color=f7941d]"What the hell is this, couple of laps my ass. I'm dying..."[/color] Ash gasped as he forcefully brought himself to a stop. Reaching the park was more than enough for him to feel like keeling over. His chest was about to burst open, his heart unaware of properly beating anymore. He laughed at his own lack of stamina as he remembered he was probably stupid not to take a bottle of water with him. 

[color=f7941d]"Genius."[/color]

Finding a quiet place in the park was not too hard, as Ash figured most people would have still be working. Or at class. Or whatever people were doing awake this early. This early. He laughed at his own statement. The blood must have gotten to his head. Finding a bench to flop down, Ash noticed that he might have heard the choir of angels coming for him. 

Yes, that was the only logical explanation. The sound of voices echoing in his head, as if reaching down to take him to heavens. His heart should have returned to normal by now. Maybe this was the reason why. He closed his eyes, calming down, even dozing off for a split second. As his body had calmed down, he realized it was not the choir of angels singing, but someone in his vicinity. Accompanied by the sound of a guitar. 

Like an eagle, Ash moved his head left and right, up and down, searching for the source. And there it was. A brown pup cheerfully singing- no, that was not right. His owner was close by, a boy in a rainbow hoodie, guitar in his hands.

Not wanting to disturb the boy, who had headphones on and was obviously trying to shut himself out. Or at least that's what Ash had assumed. Unfortunately, he was not good at not disturbing other people. His nature of being a spontaneous loud mouth got the better of him each time. 

He got up, slowly walking towards the boy. Coughing to get his attention, but it did not seem to work. Instead, Ash got down to his knees and prompted the pup to come to him. He hoped it would not backfire and the dog would not attack him.

He had a goofy smile on his face as he thought about the possibility.