He catches his breath and peeks out from the empty trash can he was using as a hiding spot. When it seems like the coast is clear, he smiles a crooked smile in victory. With luck, Yato will never run into that guy again. He steps out of the trash can, digs his sword out after him, and sweeps off the little bits that stick to it.
He’s exhausted after all that running. He’d love nothing more than to go back and find his man, but the guy is probably under medical care by now. And probably will be for a little while yet, but that’s no obstacle to Yato anymore. It will be a simple matter to find out which hospital he’s staying at and stroll into his room.
For now, he…
...
… might have to deal with another cop?
He freezes as another uniform appears. Yato doesn’t recognize this guy. Is he a Retrospeccer? It would be just Yato’s luck. If it’s just a normal clueless cop, his attention will pass through Yato, and Yato will be safe. But if it isn’t… well, Yato still has a little fight in him. He watches the guy for a sign of acknowledgement, stock-still. His still-blue eyes gleam in the light of the setting sun, waiting. ]
FYNN
He catches his breath and peeks out from the empty trash can he was using as a hiding spot. When it seems like the coast is clear, he smiles a crooked smile in victory. With luck, Yato will never run into that guy again. He steps out of the trash can, digs his sword out after him, and sweeps off the little bits that stick to it.
He’s exhausted after all that running. He’d love nothing more than to go back and find his man, but the guy is probably under medical care by now. And probably will be for a little while yet, but that’s no obstacle to Yato anymore. It will be a simple matter to find out which hospital he’s staying at and stroll into his room.
For now, he…
...
… might have to deal with another cop?
He freezes as another uniform appears. Yato doesn’t recognize this guy. Is he a Retrospeccer? It would be just Yato’s luck. If it’s just a normal clueless cop, his attention will pass through Yato, and Yato will be safe. But if it isn’t… well, Yato still has a little fight in him. He watches the guy for a sign of acknowledgement, stock-still. His still-blue eyes gleam in the light of the setting sun, waiting. ]