“Ah… sleepy.”
He goes off to sleep. But he still stands. Carrying Francis.
Gar walks onto the road, luckily there werent any cars then. The traffic congestion would have been crazy.
He slowly makes his way home.
“What’s taking him so long…” Laura twirls her index finger in her hair, seemingly worried.
Although Gavan can boost himself with his magic, he doesn’t have eyes on the back of his head so he creates a scout to take a look outside the cafe
“nothing unusual… except for that man carrying… is that Francis? What the fuck. And what are those things on his feet. They’re hideous”
Gar walks towards the café.
“He’s here.” She declared.
She proceeds to walk outside, turn Gar’s direction to face the café entrance, and tap him on his left ear.
“And he got him. But why is he sleeping as well?”
She opens the door, and watches and Gar plops Francis on the floor, and faceplants into the bowl of ice water.
Gavan snorts
“Who’s the new dude? He looks sort of like Laura and she did mention having a brother… is that really him? Wonder what they need him for, I thought Federov hated Legacies.”
(only a legacy could carry Francis and his heavy metal “boots” without any trouble)
Gar wakes up, after spending 30 seconds in the ice water. He abruptly brings his head out of the water.
“Brrrr…”
Awww. Francis on the floor. Like yesterday. Laura thinks.
“Awake?”
Gar nods half heartedly.
Federov looks confused, but nonetheless stands up and walks up to Gar. Offering a handshake
“So you must be Gar.”
Gar notes a death glare from Laura. Hey, when did she get so expressive?
“Pardon me, just woke up. Still a little woozy.”
Fedorov chuckles a bit
“Just call me Mr. Fedorov, haha. Anways, how has your day been? Any trouble?”
Seeing as how everyone else is preoccupied in their conversation, I create and illusion to seem as if i didn’t move and grab the cyldrical device before anyone notices
Gavan puts the device in his pocket for later inspection
“Been more… troublesome I would have liked it. But otherwise I got some sleep. Pretty good.”
He shrugs.
“Laura, he’s open to negotiations. He slept before I could get to that part however.”
Fedorov looks at Francis and points at him, looking more confused than ever
“I know that person, he was there in the meeting. Aand why is he here…?”
Laura looks at Francis… Her death stare subsiding after hearing his words.
She sighs and attempts to bring him up onto a seat. But. Heavy.
“Business.” She says.
Gar onlooks with interest.
“Gar? A little help?”
Gar opens his mouth to say something, but closes and goes to help her.
“…”