Post by Juicebox on Feb 28, 2013 0:27:49 GMT -5
The dispersed traffic on the road was light; no sign of upset reached the area yet. Serah steered them from one side to the next, through the droves of townspeople that rushed past them in impatient stampedes. Restless to have him nearby, she couldn't understand how he could act overly familiar after everything. "I can have your ID and things returned after a few calls." Her stress dwelled on the idea of a warrant for Noel's arrest, that would prove harder to pay off and bury. If they identified her, that would give them enough cause to go after him too.
He asked too many questions too fast, denying her time to properly think. All her phlegm was wasted on his constant prattling. "You have the key because I don't have the time to babysit you. Use the safehouse and keep to yourself until I get them off your back. Not so hard to understand, is it."
Then again, the incident might not have been big enough to attract attention. Considering only one person was assaulted and they vanished under their noses, it'd be reasonable to hope nothing would transpire after today. Chances are his belongings were considered lost at the station, another forgetful passenger passing through. No incriminating evidence to condemn him or to link the two together. No witnesses to pick his face out of the crowd. Nothing. All this worry for the clueless wonder seemed pointless. Had she judged the situation wrong? In that case, the only danger he would be in was being with her now. After all, she was the criminal- not him.
No. Time for doubt was gone. Out of sight, out of mind- keeping him out of the way until it was certain he was of no nuisance would be safest. Minutes of push and shove got them to a narrow backalley, three doors down she found an iron one under its usual flickering light. Noel's uncertain voice caused Serah to take notice of his face, blanched in pain. Why would a simple charm distress him any?
Fleeting worry for him twisted into discomfort, rumination of the trinket brought up memories that were left untouched for years. What was she to say in face of all that? She didn't know herself once she remembered the charm's origins. A gift from a lover, a friend, a liar, or a deserter- all true but never the answer she wanted. "It was a gift from someone. They're gone now," She muttered, swung open the metal screen to the entry door. "This is our stop. If you could, quit gawking at the pretty trinket and open the door."
He asked too many questions too fast, denying her time to properly think. All her phlegm was wasted on his constant prattling. "You have the key because I don't have the time to babysit you. Use the safehouse and keep to yourself until I get them off your back. Not so hard to understand, is it."
Then again, the incident might not have been big enough to attract attention. Considering only one person was assaulted and they vanished under their noses, it'd be reasonable to hope nothing would transpire after today. Chances are his belongings were considered lost at the station, another forgetful passenger passing through. No incriminating evidence to condemn him or to link the two together. No witnesses to pick his face out of the crowd. Nothing. All this worry for the clueless wonder seemed pointless. Had she judged the situation wrong? In that case, the only danger he would be in was being with her now. After all, she was the criminal- not him.
No. Time for doubt was gone. Out of sight, out of mind- keeping him out of the way until it was certain he was of no nuisance would be safest. Minutes of push and shove got them to a narrow backalley, three doors down she found an iron one under its usual flickering light. Noel's uncertain voice caused Serah to take notice of his face, blanched in pain. Why would a simple charm distress him any?
Fleeting worry for him twisted into discomfort, rumination of the trinket brought up memories that were left untouched for years. What was she to say in face of all that? She didn't know herself once she remembered the charm's origins. A gift from a lover, a friend, a liar, or a deserter- all true but never the answer she wanted. "It was a gift from someone. They're gone now," She muttered, swung open the metal screen to the entry door. "This is our stop. If you could, quit gawking at the pretty trinket and open the door."