Gotta keep putting one foot in front of the other

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Gotta keep putting one foot in front of the other

Who: Raylan and You~
What: Day in the life of
When: All over May
CW: To be updated

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Emotionally, Raylan was a bit wrung dry, exhausted in a way he disliked. That meant that he had to get back to what little business he had and find a way to keep himself busy and focused. He had wandered away from his time filling and that had been filled with too much he didn't - couldn't - linger on.

Running on deck

Keeping busy meant keeping moving and one of the best ways was by running. Raylan kept odd hours to begin with, staying up late, getting up mid-morning only to do it all over again. Adding running into that range of time up wasn't hard. He aimed for the hours that he thought most people would be in bed, where the ship would be quiet in its pseudo night or its early morning.

Sometimes James was with him, sometimes not, but he was always in the same running outfit- dark blue running shorts, a lighter blue tank top, and a pair of tennis shoes, looking fully like a suburban dad for it. It always started with a jog, but the longer he went at it, the longer his strides were and his faster his legs pumped until he was left dripping and breathless.

Panting, Raylan props his hands on his knees and, after a minute, he opts to just roll onto the deck on his back, long limbs spread out as he catches his breath.

The Pool

With a few days of running under his belt and some screaming muscles that demanded attention, Raylan decides to switch it up in the hopes that it will help the rest of him get back onto this idea of physical movement that wasn't running over hell and Kentucky and back again. Besides, his legs got their work out, now it was time for his arms and shoulders.

The swim trunks he wore were standard and a bright Hawaiian type of print, making for interesting colors under the flurry of upset his laps back and forth caused. He laps until his shoulders scream at the same rate of his legs and arms and he's forced to find a wall to cling onto for a few minutes.

If someone's nearby, he'll speak up. "Hey, mind throwin' me that innertube behind you there?"

The Library

It felt like it had been a long time since Raylan had been in the library. Last time he was, Jon was still in charge of it, Tim was stocking books - Forever ago, really. The real problem with that was that he had a stack of books he'd gone through and meant to return. Thank god they didn't have late fees here, he would be in more debt than he would like.

The stack in his arms were dropped off on a table after a careful glance around, left for whoever was working there to find and sort out on their own before he slips soundlessly into the stacks to wander around for his next borrowing. He really did like libraries, and let his fingers trail over the spines of books as he considered a section he's slowed at.

One book is pulled out and opened at the center so he can start reading, trying to get a sense of what the story might be, if it might be worth the read and his time.

The Enclosure - Shooting practice

Exercise was great and all, but Raylan needed to make sure he stayed sharp. There was something about the comfort and weight of the gun in his hands, the satisfaction of hitting the dummies set up in the gravel 3 wall home of the far end of the range. He wasn't wearing ear or eye protection but it was only the rules of the places he went to that he ever did.

He got off a few shots before stopping and calling up the control panel, punching in a few keystrokes before the range vanishes and is replaced with a man, with a gun on his hip. The range is replaced by a wild west looking town, empty but thematically accurate and once Raylan leaves the console, he sidles up to his spot, twenty or so paces in front of the fake man.

It was going to be an interesting exercise, seeing if he could outdraw what the Barge could generate.

Wildcard
Raylan still went to work in the Lounge and tended his chickens in the Greenhouse, feeding them and collecting their eggs to ferry down to the Kitchens. He could be caught smoking up on the Deck and during one attempt to get into the Inmate Speakeasy, frowning at the wall that was meant to open at the password that had obviously been changed.

He was doing his best.

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Raylan's aware it would be pre-dawn if the Barge had any real sense of time passing, early enough in the morning that 'normal' people might question their sanity for their general rising time. Most mornings, Raylan slept in longer than James but only because he stays up later, came to bed later - but the past week or so, he was up earlier than normal and today was no different.

Spotting his husband at the island with a cup of coffee, Raylan, already dressed for a run, slides up and leans on the counter, arms crossed.

"Good mornin' Handsome. How's the coffee treatin' you?" He was wearing a shit eating grin; something was up.

Edited 2023-05-06 22:41 (UTC)

James has a plate of something he's been nibbling on for breakfast, some fruit and toast if the leftover crumbs are anything to go by. By his other hand is a book he's been reading, fingers following the lines of dialog as he picks up his cup and sips to swallow down the last mouthful of his breakfast. He peers up at his husband from under his lashes and over the rim of his cup before he puts it down and smiles.

"Just fine... could be a little sweeter though." He says with an expectant quirk of his brow, wanting his good morning kiss. But there's also a curious look about Raylan, something almost mischievous.

"What's on your mind this morning love?"

"Well," he starts, drawing out the word a little as he leans closer, presenting his pleased face for the kissing if James would come just this little way. "I think we can fix the first thing pretty easily."

As long as James kisses him, he'd continue.

"But I was hopin' I could talk you into comin' out with me. Takin' a run. Maybe hittin' the pool. Startin' our day with some pumpin' blood and sweat. I'll admit that it don't sound too attractive but.. I think you enjoy runnin' with me."

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