[ he straightens up immediately when he hears someone approaching, trying not to look like he was trying to talk to an invisible, intangible, unresponsive ghost-bird. (he was totally trying to talk to an invisible, intangible, unresponsive ghost-bird.) ]
Ah, Johnny. Good afternoon.
[ there's still something just the slightest bit awkward about the way he says the name, like it's not exactly the name he wants to say, but he does greet johnny with a polite nod.
and though his gaze flickers conspicuously towards that dove hobbling around, he lets his guard down once he sees johnny's wheelchair narrowly avoid bumping into it.
and that's when johnny touches it. whoops.
-- there's the dry scrape of loafers on loose dirt as kakyoin sprints down the street. on either side are market stalls and curious onlookers, quiet mutters in a language that he doesn't understand. and in the distance, the sounds of shouting. kakyoin quickens the pace, his shoes almost slipping on the dusty ground as he rounds a corner, and his movements immediately come to a halt.
avdol's there, staring down a man dressed like a cowboy. but kakyoin's focus isn't on avdol, or on the cowboy. it's on a puddle on the ground, where avdol's back is reflected in the murky water -- avdol's back, and a sinister, bandaged figure.
there's no time to react before the bandaged figure in the reflection simply stabs avdol between the shoulderblades.
avdol's back suddenly explodes with blood, cut open by that intangible blade. then there's a blur of movement, that lightning-fast gleam of a bullet cutting through the air and striking avdol on the forehead.
as kakyoin stumbles forward, avdol topples to the ground, blood pouring from that wound in his head. ]
YEEHAW TIME TO CONFUSE THEIR TIMELINES SOME MORE
Ah, Johnny. Good afternoon.
[ there's still something just the slightest bit awkward about the way he says the name, like it's not exactly the name he wants to say, but he does greet johnny with a polite nod.
and though his gaze flickers conspicuously towards that dove hobbling around, he lets his guard down once he sees johnny's wheelchair narrowly avoid bumping into it.
and that's when johnny touches it. whoops.
-- there's the dry scrape of loafers on loose dirt as kakyoin sprints down the street. on either side are market stalls and curious onlookers, quiet mutters in a language that he doesn't understand. and in the distance, the sounds of shouting. kakyoin quickens the pace, his shoes almost slipping on the dusty ground as he rounds a corner, and his movements immediately come to a halt.
avdol's there, staring down a man dressed like a cowboy. but kakyoin's focus isn't on avdol, or on the cowboy. it's on a puddle on the ground, where avdol's back is reflected in the murky water -- avdol's back, and a sinister, bandaged figure.
there's no time to react before the bandaged figure in the reflection simply stabs avdol between the shoulderblades.
avdol's back suddenly explodes with blood, cut open by that intangible blade. then there's a blur of movement, that lightning-fast gleam of a bullet cutting through the air and striking avdol on the forehead.
as kakyoin stumbles forward, avdol topples to the ground, blood pouring from that wound in his head. ]