Klein Star ✩ +18

“I’ll… s-see you around…?” Till hesitates, searching for a phrase people use here. “I-I’ll… t-text you?”

‘I did it!’ Till internally cheers, hardly waiting for Eiden’s answer before privately celebrating. ‘He said we were friends! I made a friend!’

It takes a lot for him not to snort a little at the celebratory gesture. It's endearing though, if you ask him. He gets up, patting up his jeans a little before peeking Til at eye level for a thumbs up.

"Oh yeah that home was clean gone. I'm sure someone rebuilt it because this city is well a weird one. But for that little bit of time there was zilch on that plot. I really hope someone took a picture..."

" Can't you just become a cashier instead of ...order-demolisher or something?! "

Supermarket already has enough carnage for Eiden's standards.

He had read tons of books in Klein throughout his time in there.

" The essence heals me automatically but it's way slower than magic - that's a difference between potential death and survival. "

Klaus would rather Eiden didn't know some things about what was going on. Especially with sebastian, but he also deserves to know!

Eiden scratches his chin, kind of curious about details but pushes them aside quickly before that thought forms too strong. He's more concerned over the other matter that goes by the name Sebastian.

" That guy's got frie-- "

Eiden coughs.

" Targeting them? What's happened...? "

"OH! You okay?!"

There wasn't a lot of time to worry about it either way. While her own wet splat wasn't the most graceful landing either, not having any bones to break did have it's advantages during rushed escapes like this! Already shifted back upright, Frye ignored the light sting of scraped limbs as she raced to gather her newfound keepsakes back up, adrenaline pulsing with the ink through her veins.

There's a shout somewhere above them, beams of light spilling out from flashlights pointed through the window they'd just leapt from. Shoving everything she can carry under one elbow, Frye's bolted over to Eiden's side again in an instant, straining to tug him upright by the forearm with her free hand.

"We're outta time, let's go! You can still run, right?"

" My precious cheeks might be a little bruised. "

He's NOT about to check on that here though but with no cracks he can only assume that might be the worst case scenario. Besides that though it was just some scratches, dirt and a deeply injured ego.

Plus it hurts like balls. Almost made him forget they might have people after them. When Fry comes to help him, Eiden's as co-operative as they get, dragging himself up with that assistance.