† oh, that was odd. roland could have SWORN he saw vanitas look his way, and yet he was heading in the opposite direction. had he not noticed him? he couldn’t truly fault him for that, for the crowed was massive after all. at the very least, he definitely should have heard him though, but perhaps the churchman hadn’t yelled quite as loud as he thought he had. strange, considering that olivier had told him many times that his voice was impossible to not hear if he wanted it to be heard. he’s mildly disappointed, but only because he had considered it one of his HIDDEN ABILITIES since then.
he would have to start vocal training at some point to ensure that this didn’t happen again, but that was for another day. for the time being, his only priority is catching up with his dear friend!
dashing forward, the man begins weaving through the other citizens in search of his friend, determination in his step as he easily maneuvers through a large portion of them. he COULD use the drugs provided by the church, but he isn’t about to waste them just to catch up with the other. his natural speed would have to suffice. luckily for him, his training underground had made him faster than the average person, but he recalls that vanitas had managed to lose him back in the catacombs even after he injected himself with the serum. he supposes he’ll just have to leave it in god’s hands – he would never abandon him in a time of need!
his prayers are answered mere moments later, because he finds vanitas scurrying away once the crowed begins to thin out. it’s times like these that he’s EXTREMELY thankful for the lord, for it seemed his faith was ALWAYS rewarded ( amen!! )
❛ there you are! ❜ the chasseur shouts as he LAUNCHES himself off a nearby wall and directly towards the other, instantly catching him in a warm embrace. upon landing, the man gives him a tight squeeze before releasing his hold. palms settling on his shoulders instead, he beams down at the other. ❛ vanitas, it’s so good to see you!! it’s been quite some time, hasn’t it! who would have thought we’d end up in the same place together!? it must be GOD’S will! ❜ he declares, wrapping his arms around the other for the second time, teary eyed. ❛ o lord, i thank thee for thy divine intervention – ❜
☾— LIKE he has expressed so many times before, he would rather be gutted than spend even the smallest amount of time in the presence of that god-loving heathen. Escaping him in the past was quite easy with his knowledge of the tunnels, but Koi is entirely new maze. Being as small as he is works to his advantage however, elbows pressing past clusters of strangers he could care less about in his flurry to break away.
When he finally squeezes his way into the first side street to his right, he quickens his pace out of fear of his vulnerability in the open. His worst F E A R S are realized with the sickening warning of goose bumps crawling up his spine-- knowing his body to react to the other’s impending air like an allergic reaction.
Eyes forward aligned catch a glimpse of someone approaching in a passing storefront window, just out of his peripheral vision. Damned if he doesn’t hear church bells ringing-- their speedy advance paired with that ear-grating voice... there is no mistaking HIM. It’s too late to feign ignorance now, if he wants to avoid him, he’ll have to commit and make a run for it.
Though even that proves to be too late, as the moment his heel digs into the ground something hits his back like a bag of bricks-- an annoying bag-- and he’s sent stumbling forward. Instantly, his blood runs COLD and perspiration begins to develop on his brow as he’s squeezed rather tightly against the other’s body. No escape in sight, his body goes rigid until he’s eventually set back down. Squinting past the fitting sunlight cast across his back, he’s met eye to eye with possibly the most annoying human he knows.
❝ EUGH!! get your hands off me, creep! ❞
He grasps almost nothing that leaves the other’s lips, figuring it to be some SELF-SERVING religious cock-and-bull that he has already heard from Roland. Scowling furiously the smaller male waves his arms roughly to remove Roland’s grasp from his body. Eyes dart around in search of an E S C A P E route, already inching backwards away from the churchman. ❝ Don’t you have something better to do than follow me around? I have no intent to get chummy with you, I’m not Noe-- ❞ Unfortunately, his crass comments are cut off by yet another embrace, grumbling loudly as he attempts to claw his way out of his arms like a cat to water. Where is that country bumpkin when he needs him the most?
Through whatever turn of events landed them in Koi, one thing is certain-- they had MET IN THE SUNLIGHT this time, just as Roland wished for.
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