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Cairo was busy and bustling and filled with sights and scents that Joseph really wasn’t used to in the slightest. Unfortunately for his companions, it meant that Joseph was easily distracted--and he eventually wandered from the Speedwagon Foundation employees, leaving them to fulfil the mission objective on their own, to roam the many districts with far too little caution. He somehow made his way to a quieter corner of Cairo, where a small crowd comprised of both locals and tourists had gathered around a stall.

With his interest piqued, Joseph sidled closer to the crowd, peering over their heads easily to see a man dressed in rather ornate clothing--doing what? Asking a tourist gained him a rather vague answer (”he’s a magician or something?”), and really, that was hardly enough to satisfy him!

FLORENCE + THE MACHINE’S  ❝ CEREMONIALS ❞  SENTENCE STARTERS || NO LONGER ACCEPTING.

✣ ——— He just wanted to embrace Avdol in a hug. How could he ever forgive himself for putting his friend in harm’s way all because of his hot headed temper and impatience. The recklessness he behaved in not only caused himself to get into situations he couldn’t possibly get out off, but it dragged those he didn’t intend to into the mess. 

                   “ Are you sure? I saw the bullet hit you… how could this all happen? It’s nothing short of a miracle if I ever saw one.” Jean wanted to ask him to show him how the wound had healed. If there was one thing he couldn’t do was forgive himself for this. That his mistake was now permanently branded on his friend’s body. Something that should’ve been directed at himself. Even after all this Polnareff was beyond grateful to have his friend beside the crew again. It was missing his booming laughter during the cold nights camping. He definitely was the glue that kept them all in check.