Kwik Stop, Wednesday Morning

[nottrivial]

Contrary to what was often the case, Alec was not oblivious to the recent weirdness that had been affecting the island. There were inept mundanes carrying guns. You'd better believe he was paying attention.

In response, he'd been carrying his bow strapped to his back lately and making sure to have a seraph blade or two on him at all times, something he'd gotten out of the habit of since moving here. It wasn't that he was worried about the mundies with guns -- hardly -- but people starting to arm themselves usually coincided with other problems, and Alec didn't want to be caught off-guard, not even when he was just out buying a bottle of water.

It went without saying that he was probably going to be, one way or another.

[[open, expecting one!]]

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[myownface]

"With the baseball bat? I'd be going straight for the fucking kneecaps and then taking off at a run," Sparkle replied, because it seemed like the saner option than sticking around and trying to bludgeon a lunatic to death with a blunt object.

[nottrivial]

"Okay." Alec nodded. "Good." Some tension drained out of his shoulders now; he hadn't even been aware that he was tense at all. Today had been strange. "And if you... if you want to... if you decide you want to leave town or anything and you need to borrow money for a hotel room or something, I could..."

Stop it, Alec. Stooooop.

[myownface]

"S'fine," Sparkle promised. "If I take off to Baltimore, I've probably got a place."

Which was to say, if, for any reason, Hannibal turned him away at the door? He was still a street kid. He'd cope. He gave Alec a reassuring smile, and then shrugged.

"Either way, let's get out of the street for now, yeah? If they have friends, I don't wanna meet 'em."

[nottrivial]

"Definitely," Alec agreed. He looked up and down the street cautiously, and, when neither his Sensor nor his eyes detected anything unusual, he gestured for Sparkle to follow and started back toward the dorms.

The gesture was probably unnecessary.