firefightersoul:
“Yeah, or Nachocheese? Nach-eese? Whatever it’s called. But you know, the one that’s a spiral.” He twirled his finger, crossing his arms and nodding in affirmation to himself. Man, he really was a public servant, wasn’t he? Helping this kid and all that. Pretty damn good!
But whatever this kid was talking about was kind of upsetting to answer. Not that he had all the answers himself, but he hadn’t heard about that place, and he was pretty sure there weren’t any trains that left this place, and he was damn sure that he hadn’t been brought here by a train…
“Uh, no, sorry.” His expression turns from smug to sympathetic quickly, frowning as he chewed on his inner cheek in thought. “Haven’t heard of any Radiant Garden, and you probably haven’t heard of Promepolis…Because, I mean,”
“There wasn’t a train here, so there’s probably no train back, right? And if there was some kind of way back and forth, the chief or Aina probably would’ve come to drag me back to work already. Adults have responsibilities, you know.” It kind of sucked, having to be the one to tell this kid this himself. Man…
“But hey, my name’s Galo, and since we’re probably stuck here together, we can work together, right? It’ll be fine!”
oh, brother....
if not for the location name to momentarily ponder isa very well would be rubbing his temples already. regardless, that theory of his was sounding more and more accurate with what answer he was given and the addition that was brought with it. the man was right, never had he heard of any ‘Promepolis’ -- nor whatever place they were in.
“... right.” as ridiculous as this guy sounded, he held a point. whatever job he held, if he was taken here unknowingly as isa had been surely someone would have come looking. yet, he’s as lost as isa was. there was no train that lead them here, in fact... there was nothing. nothing aside from the device left in his pocket that had a handful of information.
with that easy ride out hope squashed and gone isa heaved a sigh, a hand coming to scratch at the back of his neck while giving the man a glance. eyes were darting away to scout out the city not long after. “galo,” he repeated. something to call him instead of whatever crude names sat at the forefront of his mind. sure.
“... i’m isa.” sound more reluctant, why don’t you. “you don’t have to stick around, i think i’ll manage. after all -- adults have responsibilities, right?”














