#fonfabrication

☀ — He must have looked like a crazy man, running up and down the streets of the city, shouting his comrades names. Wooden sword flapping at his waist, it hit him one too many times and he had to stop and rest. Leaning against a building, people looked at him like he was odd, but it did nothing to phase him.

☀ — He would do his best to locate his party members and get out of the city and its experiment. If not - then they’d all be together at least. That was good right?

☀ — He was already pretty tired, leaning on his side against the building still. Though he was ready for anything, or so he thought.

☀ — Starting again down the street, Guy caught a flash or red hair - it was long and colored like flames at the tips. It had to be HIM. Jogging at a moderate pace, Guy lost his footing over a crack, tumbling forward in an awkward tuck and roll maneuver. Hitting his head, he only stopped to frown a second before moving on - he couldn’t loose sight of that hair.

☀ — He was....almost there. His gloved hand could almost reach out, and feel the hair, the lovely mane of the person he had watched over for years - he couldn’t mistake it, not Luke’s hair. “Luke!!” He shouted as he stumbled again, barreling into the other and forcing him to the ground.

Dropped!

Maybe the world had ended the last time Saphir tried to take Luke out for a treat, but the change of scenery seemed to have bestowed infinite energy on Saphir. He had more than eagerly dragged Luke through the streets of Cotes Ward to find the one store with employees dutifully, yet vacantly going about their jobs: a wood-fired bakery.

“When I said that we were going to get pastries, I meant it. And if the world ends this time, I’m going to have something to say about it!”

He took a careful sip of his coffee, just in case that had been the trigger that ended the last city.

“One chocolate croissant and one bear claw—wait… are those strawberry croissants? Nevermind. We’ll take two of those!”

Saphir had informed Luke that they were going to the bakery together, and, in his infinite generosity, he was paying for it, which meant he got to pick what they were getting.

He paid quickly and ushered Luke to the table nearest the windows.

“So…” He should probably ask Luke how school was going, or if he’d found any hobbies, or something.

Lailah had come to understand this place, after some time had passed- she really couldn’t shake that odd sense of deja vu that followed her everywhere, though. She found that it was the strongest in sector six, and she liked being there- the parks were pleasant. It was calming, and the more gentle atmosphere of the area made her think a little bit of Ladylake. And it was usually fairly well populated too, with plenty of others coming around to presumably shake off the stresses from the rest of the city.

It was here that she noticed a young man with bright red hair, seemingly on his way somewhere by the number of things he was holding. He seemed fine enough- for the moment at least, until he stumbled and sent everything flying. One of the things in particular fell down at her feet, a notebook that looked like it was for school. Picking it up with a light smile, Lailah went over to the boy and held it out for him.

"Sorry about that, I'll make it up to you, okay?"

Jill watched as a skitty ran past her, chasing another, smaller Skitty down the path. She stopped in her tracks to watch them run off, and stood there still thinking about it as they went around a building and out of sight.

She turned to the person next to her, a question she’s been meaning to ask for a while finally being asked,