❪ ⋅ ☽ ⋆ — ┊❛ 🇾🇴🇴🇳 🇲🇮🇳-🇯🇺🇳 ❜ ❫ ABANDONED WASN'T QUITE STRONG ENOUGH for what the youngest Saja felt ; were they still even called that when only two of them were still known to breathe? If their finale hadn't ended the way it had, perhaps they'd still be dancing for the masses, collecting souls, convincing them that the whole concert had been -- had been ... something out of their control. If only ...
Hours had gone by and he'd grown anxious, feet tapping on flooring as he checked time over and over again. Still nothing... He still wasn't back -- did he? Lip bitten, he felt a small trickle of blood ooze down chin, sweater feebly wiping it away as shaking digits once again checked the time.
Beyond four hours now ...
His stomach ached for a meal, his hands clutching it tightly, breathing intensifying. It couldn't wait anymore ; if the hunters were out there, then what if Abby had been caught up in an attack? A brandished blade against one demon could end his life again -- especially if they caught him off guard. Clutching phone tightly to chest, he stood up, sending a message:
The streets were bare, not a soul wandering down them, the buildings remained shut and a parental curfew had given rise to less outside their homes when they could help it. Cars still roamed, safer than the streets, but people were fewer and far between. Is this what caused delays? Conserving energy as his feet padded along the road, glancing around in careful apprehension, he let phone slip into pocket, ringer on.
Those footsteps caused him to tense up; they weren't just someone running the opposite direction -- no, he could hear their approach with purpose, reason. His claws are extended immediately and prepared for a human to attempt a mugging (good, become his next meal), but the process is cut short. Figure descending before him with acrobatic skills, weapon drawn --
Honmoon -- the energy shifted in bladed edges -- but before he could teleport away to anywhere, a familiar voice broke his concentration. His chest seized up and his eyes snapped back around, golden hues flickering between disguise and demonic form, unsure of the threat level. ❝ Ji ... Jinu ...? ❞
Traitor! The traitor returns! His mouth twists downward into a frown, glaring at the blade, then back at him. How could he brandish that against him? ❝ I'm -- I'm not hunting... ❞ He's out here killing demons?! After everything those demons did for HIM to succeed?! His voice catches, pulling back on words, choking them down to avoid detailing his exact reasoning for walking the streets. He decides to push on the why he had the weaponry -- to force him to confess. ❝ Why...Why are you -- are you going...to hurt me? ❞
