( closed starter for @cleo-king )
❝ cleo?! you around? ❞ it’s the beginning of an almost frantic search around the saints’ sanitarium, the hunter clutching his smashed walkman as he wanders from door to door in hopes of finding the medic. there’s PANIC written across his face as he mutters to himself, of how much of an idiot he had been to risk the damn thing in the first place. ❝ c’mon, c’mon, c’mon --- ❞ RELIEF washes over him as he finally spots the tech savvy medic, rushing over towards her as if this was a life or death situation. to link however, it most certainly was. ❝ oh, thank god, you’re here. ❞













