@theaberrantarchaeologist
It was a simple day in Monte d’Or-- much like any other day for Randall. He rolled himself out of bed in the early noon, had tea with Henry and Angela, before he decided to go out on his own for a bit. ‘Just to clear my head a bit’-- he told Henry right away. He could sense the worry in his friend’s demeanor, and knew he had to clarify. Randall would never go out and start a dangerous exhibition like he did in the past. (At least not with out proper planning, first!)
However the thought of going so far underground again, still left an uneasiness in his stomach. A nervous wave a anxiety that he could never fully shake after the incident in the past. He knew it was something that he’d eventually get over-- he still had a strong love for archaeology, and a mistake wouldn’t prevent him from diving in again. But he knew he’d have to take it slow. If not for himself, then for Henry and Angela’s sake.
Randall had been lost in his thoughts for a while, when he hadn’t noticed that he wandered himself toward the ruins. He found himself ending up there a lot-- he couldn’t help himself. It always seemed to be a good place to sit and think. Although this time, there seemed to be someone else there.
“Hm.”
The redhead stared blankly for a moment--because that person couldn’t have been who he thought it was. No, there was just no way. Taking off his glasses, he cleaned them off (despite the fact that they didn’t help him see in the first place) and placed them back on his face. He squinted his eyes, looked around himself, before turning his attention back toward the other.
Wow. They sure looked a lot like Desmond Sycamore.That was funny! Because there was absolutely no way that, that person could be the one and only Desmond Sycamore. The famous, coolest, and most talented archaeologist! Why would he be in Monte d’Or? Despite those doubting thoughts, Randall continued walking himself closer... and closer... and the closer he got to that person, the more he was starting to realize that holy shit.
“Desmond... Sycamore??” His mouth spoke before he had time to truly comprehend it. His dark eyes going wide, he inched himself right up to the other male. “Holy shit! Desmond Sycamore-- it’s really you?! Is it you? Oh-- wow! Ah-- Uhhh!” What did he say? What could he say?! He felt his heart flutter in excitement. “I’m Randall, hello!”
