Halfway through his clementine, Eli read to the end of the current chapter he was on. It was a beautiful spring day and he would have to go into town later. Weather was never something Elliot didn't like. Thunderstorms and light rains were always his favorite types of weather, but sunny was good as well. Sunshine seemed to put those around him in a better mood, so he didn't mind it all that much. Wiping his mouth with the back of his hand as some drops from the clementine dripped down to his chin, Elliot readjusted himself on the chair to sit up straight more. As he was fixing his position, he noticed Maj cautiously approaching. Putting his book down, Eli beamed her a smile. "Hey, girl," he said gently. "Want some food?" Standing up slowly, he turned his back to her as he walked to the upper deck of the patio to retrieve the plastic bowl containing some dry dog food and a piece of chicken. He was sure the do would retreat a little at his approach, but he continued towards the set of six stairs and placed the bowl on the second step from the bottom, not venturing all the way down as to not frighten her off. Knowing she wouldn't do much if he stayed there, Eli went back up the stairs and went inside to fill up a bowl of water. Turning off the faucet as the plastic bowl bent a little with the weight of the water, Elliot continued back outside and approached Maj again, placing the water on the third step from the bottom, as to not disturb her eating. Although, his approach alone would likely disturb her eating anyway.
"Stay as long as ya want, Maj," he said quietly with a smile and returned back to his chair, his clementine, and his book. Finishing off the little he had left of his clementine, he finished the chapter he was on and went inside, leaving the sliding glass door open just big enough for Maj to come in if she wanted. It was only about a foot, but the dog was so skinny, she would probably only need half that length to get inside. He could almost guarantee she wouldn't follow, but he could dream. Returning to his bedroom, he grabbed his iPod and continued back downstairs to his workout room. It was probably the smallest room in the house, excluding his bathroom, and laundry room. He didn't really see the need for a workout room during spring time, since he could easily work out at the gym. His workouts, especially during movies, were a constant thing, though, so the gym wasn't always open when he needed it to be. He warmed up with jumping jacks, crunches, and various other small workout things for fifteen minutes and then switched to his weights. Lifting those for another ten minutes, he went over to his treadmill and plugged his iPod into the speakers and played some music at a normal level, not blasting it like some of his friends and those at the gym. Jogging soon turned to running as he ran for the next half hour. Running was probably his favorite thing to do in this space, weight lifting never really his thing.
Turning off the machine, he went through his living room and to his bathroom to take a shower before going into town. Securing his back door, Elliot continued to his front door. Turning on the pad lock on his door, he went out to the sidewalk and walked towards town. Running would only make his shower pointless and it was a nice day out so walking wasn't much of a big deal to him. The blonde wore a blue cotton t-shirt, a light grey hoodie of a similar material, and form fitting jeans. Sunglasses adorned his head and his cell phone, wallet, house key, his book, and emergency medication were in a small satchel-looking bag that was strapped obliquely across his torso. Entering the main part of town, Elliot looked around to what he could do. Looking over at the cafe, he shook his head a little. /Not there./ His eyes drifted to the restaurant beside it. It was a nice place and he never had a bad experience there. It was still morning, though, and he decided to do something before lunch. Deciding the park looked like a pretty good place to be, he entered the open gates and continued towards the middle of the park, sitting down on a bench and fishing the book out of his satchel. Throughout the book, he would change positions. If anyone found him before lunchtime, he would likely be laying down on the bench, holding the book half an arm's length away as he read it silently to himself.
