@strcydxgs plotted starter.
Gogol had seen the other around during shows a couple times and maybe after a few times after if his memory was serving him right. But that wasn’t what bothered him, it was how unhappy the other seemed to be.
And in his mind that wasn’t acceptable! The women and girls worked so hard to ensure everyone was happy, and maybe it was childish but while his own part was relatively small he couldn’t help but feel the same need to know that everyone that came was satisfied.
So therefor Gogol tried to talk to him. Each attempt far too short for his liking but he refused to give in, even when the girls began to teasingly ask him if he finally found a pretty girl as if that was the reason he kept sneaking off during performances.
They didn’t know the person he was sneaking off to find was not a woman but a stranger. A stranger he would find out one particular night, two nights ago was a slave.
To say it bothered him was an understatement. Even more so when he overheard the manager discussing with one of the newer girls that they would be leaving tomorrow morning.
He didn’t know why but something about all of it just shook him in a way he’d never been.
He wasn’t ready to say good bye just yet and maybe that was why he spent the entire final night in town looking for that stranger even if he wasn’t sure he was welcome. It had barely crossed his mind during his search but the moment he saw Sigma he stopped thinking. Busting into a run he didn’t realize how fast he was going into he had to stop and just barely managed to not barrel into the other like maniac.
“I’ve been looking all over for you... oh wait did that sound creepy?”











