by moon and dragon's curse

family resemblance

“I’d like to see you try…” He started, before quickly adding more. “Though I do not have time for gameplay. I’m tracking down a hostile. Said to be of the Yuke Tribe…” He took a second to finally examine the armor. 

Ah, I see this Colonel is a dutiful man who is ever on track and does not allow such a flimsy distraction as sparring with a stranger.

>Nope, still not moving at all.

“You are talking to a Colonel of the Lilty army. If you dare to attack me, one word and I can put your ass in jail.” He threatened. 

>A dark chuckle echoes from within the full armor.

All these people started following you

Oh, would you prefer I had attacked you immediately?

The book skids out of Cecil’s reach just as he’s about to grab it, thunking against the base of a locker across the hall. He doesn’t bother to run for it just yet— of course he recognizes that boot, even before he hears the voice. 

>Golbez is silent for a moment, before narrowing his eyes rather dangerously. 

Kain jumps at his hood suddenly being pulled down, then at the last moment, finds himself catching the can in hand. He stares down at it a moment, about to ask him what it is when he notices it must be what he uses to slick his hair back like that. Why would he need this? His hair was fine as it was. Not that Golbez’s wasn’t, the opposite actually. It’s just that that was his choice to grease it back like that.

>Golbez looks amused, before pulling out a scrunchie from out of nowhere and tossing it at Kain too.