September 26th - The Marathon

[Gai thinks she said something. He's pretty sure she just said something to him, but his mind seems to have lost its ability to process anything other than what he's looking at right now, which isn't saying much because he isn't even sure where he wants to be looking the most. This is far, far better than anything his imagination had been able to provide him with, that much is for certain.

Slowly, ever so slowly, he manages to reboot his brain enough to let his eyes drift over the entirety of her body, down and up and then down again. (His mouth may also be hanging slightly open, not that he realizes this.)

This was perhaps one of the best ideas he's ever had in his entire life.]