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☀ — He must have looked like a crazy man, running up and down the streets of the city, shouting his comrades names. Wooden sword flapping at his waist, it hit him one too many times and he had to stop and rest. Leaning against a building, people looked at him like he was odd, but it did nothing to phase him.
☀ — He would do his best to locate his party members and get out of the city and its experiment. If not - then they’d all be together at least. That was good right?
☀ — He was already pretty tired, leaning on his side against the building still. Though he was ready for anything, or so he thought.
☀ — Starting again down the street, Guy caught a flash or red hair - it was long and colored like flames at the tips. It had to be HIM. Jogging at a moderate pace, Guy lost his footing over a crack, tumbling forward in an awkward tuck and roll maneuver. Hitting his head, he only stopped to frown a second before moving on - he couldn’t loose sight of that hair.
☀ — He was....almost there. His gloved hand could almost reach out, and feel the hair, the lovely mane of the person he had watched over for years - he couldn’t mistake it, not Luke’s hair. “Luke!!” He shouted as he stumbled again, barreling into the other and forcing him to the ground.
☀ — With a short laugh, he pulled himself up and onto his knees, making sure the weapon at his waist didn’t trip him yet again. Reaching out to rub the other’s back, he smiled. “You alright Luke? Sorry about that.”
