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DRESS MEME 

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It’s only been a couple of days since he found shelter in a small cave behind rocks but it feels like an enernity; he’s starving and he’s growing weak by the second thanks to the harpoon lodged in his shoulder that tears muscles any time he tries to move. Looking down at the blood in the water he notices there are bruises over his abdomen and tail too, nice gifts he got himself crawling between the sharp rocks at the entrance of the cave and the shallow water inside. He’s starting to regret all of this but he can stay there as long as it takes to recover. The cave is a well hidden place and it’s difficult to reach by land, at least there is no human trace and that makes him let his guard down a little.

...This still didn’t feel real. So much of him wanted to keep pinching his sides, like a child did to prove reality. Smoke billowed in the morning, a wrong sight in a city so used to perpetual night, and ruby eyes disbelieved what was seen. His arms still felt heavy with the weight of Regis’ death, the man having died a warrior king’s death as they embattled themselves against the Diamond Weapons together, digits still trembling from the power expended. The city was silent with death, as if Etro herself had bled blasphemy on Insomnia and made it rain the night that once protected them. Numbly, did Noctis lift his brace from the concrete barrier on the stretch of highway they’d taken pause upon.

They had to leave. No other choice was afforded to them.

Near the old pick-up they’d hot-wired, Ignis and some of the Glaives mounted to sit on the bed of the truck, waiting while Noctis regarded the Marshal whom had stood in silent solemnity with them. “We’re leaving now, Marshal. If you stay, I can’t keep in contact. We can’t risk it, else the Niffs’ll tail us,” he stated in a mourn-lost low, eyes still trained on the sight of everything lost.

Most of his nights were like that, filled with alcohol and deep thoughts, rather than sleeping, like most people. He's been in the Spoon a fair number of times, brooding over a cup of coffee when a headache is pounding after the night was drowned by booze. So he decides this morning, he's going to at least try and beat the headache. He's going to have the coffee before hand. That is, if Mat is actually here. He raps his scarred knuckles against the door with renewed vigor, finishing off his cigarette before shoving his hand in the pocket of his leather jacket, the other hand resting against the door. Giving him a few moments to hopefully come to the door. He knew it was too early for the shop to be open but, if Mat was here, he might just let him in and indulge him in a cup of coffee. 

He brushed a hand through his grey-streaked brown hair, tired, soft brown eyes raising to watch as the sun was beginning to make the sky glow. His day ran backwards- he usually woke as the sun set and slept when it began to rise. Might be twisted, but it was his usual way. And it was hard to get out of his usual but hey, he was branching out a little today.

He wasn’t proud of it, but Noctis had grown good at stealing. It helped that he was small and his face still held that look of innocence – nobody suspected that Noctis was the one who had made off with their wallet.

He saw his chance when a dark haired man walked by him. The boy didn’t even stop to think about how much bigger the man was as he brushed passed him, attempting to snag his wallet as he went.

Ah, well this was... unexpected! He did not expect to find Darius wandering along the snowy slopes of Freljord, let alone along the trodden path that Braum usually took on his way to cut down some more wood for his fireplace at home! Regardless, the giant of a man would just burst into hearty laughter as he’d readjust the giant door-for-a-shield he wore on his back.

Natsuki hadn’t gotten much sleep the night before. Rubbing at her eyes, she huffed, walking into the club room. Looking around and seeing that she was the first, the petite girl smiled before rushing the the closet, a chair scraping the floor behind her. She knew Monika had moved her things around, like everyday after she left...

Jumin had wanted to return to his apartment and have a nice quiet night with Elizabeth the Third. His father had made his day longer than necessary, sending him alone to meeting so he could entertain his newest fascination– someone Jumin would never call ‘mother’ out of choice and out of the fact that his father would have a new girlfriend within a week.

A quiet night, though, did not seem to be in his future and a heavy sigh left him when he got out of the car to see the other.