#compactfighter

Exploring this city was exhausting. They hadn’t expected to be stuck in a place like this---it was certainly not anything they were used to. It was certainly a change of pace and scenery from back home. So of course the first thing to do was to get oriented, but it was tiring to be walking everywhere. Their feet hurt, and more than anything they wanted to take a nap.

Posture slumped, their eyes scanned around for somewhere that would let them take a rest. Spotting a bench, they sighed in relief, walking over to it. They’d idly noted someone was already seated on it, but didn’t bother to really glance at them or even ask if it was okay to sit there, simply flopping onto the bench and immediately deflating.

“I hope you don’t mind if I take a nap here next to you,” they finally spoke, closing their eyes and rubbing at their temples with one hand. “I’ve been walking all around this place and I think if I continue I might die from exhaustion.”

“I don’t even know what you’re saying, but count me as ready!”

“Ah, Caspar!”

What a relief it was to find a familiar friendly face! Swiftly, the duke made his way over to the alleyway where the other was crouched.

do it, coward

He knew he shouldn’t have let Caspar convince him to just...Meet him at whatever party this was supposed to be. Not that he was necessarily filled with any sort of anxiety about it, but he was already slouched over, sitting against the front gate and regretting his every decision.

He could be in blissful slumber, fully dressed, and then Caspar could just come...Pick him up when he was ready! It would’ve been fine. But no, he just had to go and get here early.

Linhardt even felt himself pouting - oh, it was going to be a long night.

A familiar gait finally strode in, and he looked up.

✧*:･ﾟ| THE situation, it turns out, is not one that he's surprised to bear witness to. Youth carrying with him the blood of warriors at TOO YOUNG an age, spry and excitable though small and inexperienced, as well. It doesn't surprise Siebren to see the lad caught in the tree like a strange, fleshy crown. Air caught in his maw, for a moment tense and afraid, but then, seconds later, the youth stirs and groans -- alive, breathing.

IT appears as if his NATURE is well known, for before a few choice words could be spoken, Caspar slips his own words out. A strike parried before he could even part his lips! Siebren sighs, nose pinched.

WHEN it comes down to the HEART of the matter, whatever lecture he'd give would likely have been a soft one.

It was easy to recognize Caspar among the crowd, particularly with as strange as the crowd was. Wherever they were, whoever these people were. Swallowing, he grasped for Caspar’s arm as he moved closer to his long-time friend. The small panic settling in his chest calming down. It was comforting to know that, even in uncertainty, Caspar would still be here.

It seemed they were stuck together after all.

Long fingers clung to the warrior’s arm as he finally spoke.

“It’s relieving that my joking statement about us being stuck as friends has seemed to transcend...” He trailed off, looking around, fixating for a moment on the hole in the center.