He was, for once, not dressed in his finery. Maki was jogging through the Forest in a gold and burgundy tracksuit with a pair of black sneakers for comfort. He also looked like he’d taken more than one tumble, bits of wood and dirt clinging to the nylon fabric in various places. The reason would be shown as he approached a tree and jogs right up it, crowning it and bursting through the upper branches before coming down the opposite side. Apparently he was adamant on going in a straight line.
The forest did an amazing job in blocking out the rays of the sun, diffusing the harsh light into a pleasant glow around him, and the scent of rich earth was right at home in his nostrils as he hummed a tune to the song playing off the music player in his pocket.
The forest did an amazing job in blocking out the rays of the sun, diffusing the harsh light into a pleasant glow around him, and the scent of rich earth was right at home in his nostrils as he hummed a tune to the song playing off the music player in his pocket.