hallowe’en party : closed @ shslsyoko
    shslsyoko
The gold, yes; that was their priority. Lion had slung a sheet around one of the remaining bars and tucked it carefully away inside a backpack. It was terribly heavy. They moved as lightly as possible, but it still weighed heavily upon them: not even one tenth of what weighted on the island, maybe not even one one-hundredth. Their step was pained and heavy.
A girl with braids came careening out of the front door of the building in front of them.
It wasn’t that she crashed into Lion, or pushed them over. But the shock, and their attempt to avoid her trajectory, were enough to upset the delicate balance of the gold on their back, and that person fell.
Lion sat up and said weakly, “Excuse me,” but then they took another look. The girl looked upset. Had something distressed her? It must have, right? “Are you alright? Is there, ...something I can help you with?”
(The wig, the wig--no, it was fine.)










