Upon awaking in his host’s body, Zeus took his time admiring the physicality of Quinton’s body. It was a little bit more slender than he liked but he was comfortable enough. Twisting and flexing in front of a mirror, he gave a satisfied nod and then dressed for the day. Well... he mostly dressed himself, donning boxer briefs and one of Quinton’s dark, designer business slacks, he opted to go shirtless.
“I’ll never understand the purpose of shirts in everyday, weather-friendly life. In fact...” he spoke to himself before stepping to the large, glass penthouse windows, spreading his arms out. In a matter of seconds, the warm NYC day turned dark grey with clouds. Thunder growled and lightning flashed across the sky. After a satisfactory smirk, Zeus made to leave the penthouse, taking the elevator down. He continued enjoying the two more rumbles of thunder as he carried on outside, padding barefoot across the cool, marble lobby floors. By the time he was outside, smatterings of rain were swiftly changing into an outright downpour.
Stepping out onto the concrete sidewalk, Zeus titled his head back, relishing into the fast-arriving storm. Carefree and full of pride, he took a walk down the street, unfazed by onlookers. He even grinned to a few of them, asking one in passing, “Isn’t it a glorious day?”
