the sound of surge's fist hitting the ground, splitting through it with an electrical crackle that kit can hear even from some distance away. that's when he'd started running, only hoping that he could properly identify where the sound came from.
kit isn't fast. unlike surge, he wasn't made to be, because he didn't have to be in order to play his role in starline's grand design for them. that doesn't mean that he isn't urgent about it though, at first fumbling over the bag in his arms, and then dropping it as he approaches the doorway so that he can reach surge better. the contents—some food from a nearby shop, a few groceries that he could also manage to haggle down the price for—spill out on the ground, but kit is more focused on surge.
through the cafe door, the inside would be frightening if he weren't so single-minded. but without fear, he reaches for surge, grasping her arm as the distance between the two of them finally closes. ]
Surge!
[ around them, tentacles shift and writhe, sliding over, under, across one another and filling his vision. he feels a heavy gaze on them—many gazes, but even if uncertain, kit still tries to step in front of surge—to protect her from the onslaught as his eyes search through their grim surroundings. ]
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the sound of surge's fist hitting the ground, splitting through it with an electrical crackle that kit can hear even from some distance away. that's when he'd started running, only hoping that he could properly identify where the sound came from.
kit isn't fast. unlike surge, he wasn't made to be, because he didn't have to be in order to play his role in starline's grand design for them. that doesn't mean that he isn't urgent about it though, at first fumbling over the bag in his arms, and then dropping it as he approaches the doorway so that he can reach surge better. the contents—some food from a nearby shop, a few groceries that he could also manage to haggle down the price for—spill out on the ground, but kit is more focused on surge.
through the cafe door, the inside would be frightening if he weren't so single-minded. but without fear, he reaches for surge, grasping her arm as the distance between the two of them finally closes. ]
Surge!
[ around them, tentacles shift and writhe, sliding over, under, across one another and filling his vision. he feels a heavy gaze on them—many gazes, but even if uncertain, kit still tries to step in front of surge—to protect her from the onslaught as his eyes search through their grim surroundings. ]