One of the perks of being a DJ and doing parkour was that Gaspard got to pick and choose when it came to his schedule, and that included location. Today, the elemental found himself in London, just having finished up giving an introductory lesson to two witches. The thing that Gaspard liked about parkour was the fact that it attracted people from all walks of life, no matter what they might do for a day job or how they might live their lives. Their current situation being a prime example, with him being an elemental, and his client’s ordinary witches. It was something the man thought about often, and was thankful for all the exposure he got to different things along the way.
Today’s lesson had been fairly simple, mostly focusing on basics like balancing, running, how to land/roll safely, and an introduction to climbing and hanging, before he’d decided to cap it off with a simple vault, called the lazy vault, just to make sure they felt like they were learning applicable skills. The last thing the Frenchman wanted was for his students to feel like they weren’t getting anything out of the lessons, no matter how basic they might seem. While the women packed up, Gaspard had gone over to the small backpack that he used to carry his gear in, grabbed himself some water, and pulled his shirt off in order to put a clean one on out of habit, despite that he hadn’t broken much of a sweat.
Though before he could finish changing his shirt, Gaspard noticed Penny’s friend Tara had begun to make her way over, watching her move out of the corner of his eye. When she’d reached him, he let his eyes trail lightly, but appreciatively over her figure before offering her a small smile, and a knowing tilt of his head “I’m glad you enjoyed the lesson, I do aim to please.” He let his words hang in the air for a moment, testing the waters. He didn’t typically make a habit of flirting with, or entertaining any advances from his students, but to deny that the witch wasn’t attractive would’ve been difficult, and his curiosity was piqued by her forwardness. “it’s addicting, so be careful, unless you know what you’re getting into. And, I’ve been teaching/training for about nine years.” He’d been among the first in Europe to get into the sport, having been a young adult in France, its country of origin, right around the time that parkour had been developing.
“Think you’d like to come back for another lesson?” He asked conversationally as he bent to pull a clean shirt from his bag, aware that his raised initiation scar, located on his left pectoral muscle just above his heart, was showing. And, while Gaspard had deliberately chosen the spot for its prominence and significance, he was always wary of the scar raising too many questions with witches and wizards who didn’t know him well, and would potentially not buy any excuse he might use for it. Tugging the fresh shirt over his head, successfully concealing his scar, Gaspard flashed her a smirk “If you’ve got any questions, or want a little help with anything, I’d be happy to sit down with you and chat about it. Although, you'll have to let Penny know I'm glad she brought you by...” It was a baited offer, and he wondered what Tara would do with it.
