Peaks is hunkered down in the shelter of a doorway, hiding in a bulky jacket that cloaks some of their naturally beanpole-like stature. The worried blond thumbs the metal tab on their Red Bull — which is, perhaps, the only thing keeping them awake right now. 3AM... gross. The sugar is giving Peaks nerves, but at least they’re gonna be conscious to show up. It’s what matters.
Every breath feels like a precious spill of body heat, so they shiver and hold themselves — and practically jump out of their skin at a minute beeping from their phone. Peaks scrambles to find it and turn it off. It’s an alarm, telling Peaks to get their ass to where they’re all supposed to be — which is not here. Peaks parted with everybody a long time ago — and after the well-wishing and nail biting on Rex’s behalf, and then respectfully ducked out of the area to wait it out near a gas station — where they feel less scared of lurking, real-meat gangsters.
Peaks sighs, then smacks their cheeks a few times, reminding themselves that this is gonna be a peaceful type of thing. Pump it up, wake up. And weirdly enough, they do feel a little emboldened, so they leave their drink can sitting on the ground. Peaks lurches out of the doorway and drops their skateboard down, hopping on and rolling down the street.
They don’t need to check their map because they’ve been checking it for the past hour, knowin’ exactly where they need to be... And so the board announces Peaks’ approach to the arranged meeting spot. The leisurely pace allows time for the blond tuft to identify them.
But there’s not a peep from Peaks, even as they weave around late-night revelers, crawling deeper into midtown. Suddenly — a familiar figure catches their eye. Sure looks like — Tala!? (... ironically enough for her.)
Peaks’ heart jumps into their throat, excited and relieved to be the first to arrive. But that feeling is quickly replaced by disbelief. What’s Tala doin’ all by herself...?!
“— is that Tala?” Luckily, Peaks is invasive enough to investigate. So, after hopping up onto the curb, Peaks catches the lip of the board and then trots to a halt next to her, grinning slightly when it’s all confirmed. They glance around, forcing themselves to pause. “Am I—? No way, I’m early..." The awe is brief. Peaks becomes equally huffy soon, joining their leader with concern against the cold brick. “—... Geez, Tala... what are you doin’? You’re giving me a freakin’ heart attack, hanging out here by yourself...”
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