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She rushed forward as he fell backwards into the cushion, gingerly placing one hand over his across his abdomen. The worried knit of her brows came accompanied by a slight smile that meant to act at least somewhat reassuring.
Her arm reached out to one side to ruffle through a drawer of supplies, careful enough not to break eye contact (though that arguable made the task of locating the bandages and thread more difficult than it needed to be).
❝ Ye need more than a minute. You don’ need to be “on” all th’ time, y’know. It’s alrigh’ t’ need help sometimes. Now c’mon. Gotta get rid a th’ vest, Pretty Bae. ❞
Despite his stubborn need for independence, the boy shuffled slightly in his seat to take off the vest. He would wince every time he shifted wrong as it would send an electric bolt throughout his entire body ; in a way, the wound made him feel like he would catch fire any minute. The top was tossed onto the floor and then his eyes were brought back to hers - he had noticed how she didn’t break the gaze, not once, and in a way, that brought comfort to him ; something that was much needed right then.
｛ ☀ ｝ —— Her pensive strides ceased as he began to speak. She wasn’t sure how reassuring any of that was, though she figured he didn’t care. At least they could agree on one thing. That wasn’t so bad, right? Alright, it was still bad. But since he didn’t seem at all interested in any of it, she could assume her own livelihood to be safe.
Merida’s brows narrowed as he continued. ” Glad we can agree on something, then. ” An almost bitter folding of her arms accompanied her grumble. Would you just look at the ego on him? It was almost comical. Almost. Currently, it was just a little pathetic. “Mmhm. An’ tell me how that works out for ye.”
Her head snapped around to follow his gaze off into the shrubbery. The widened concern in his eyes caught her momentarily off guard, and by the time she’d recovered and parted her lips to question him he was gone. What? What fears could he have possibly held for them? Who the hell was that guy, exactly? And the longer she pondered it the more questions it left her.
Her expression quickly changed to one of confused disgust as the armored trio stepped out in front of her. The procedure was standard at best, spare the odd rush to the information the ‘ring leader’ seemed eager to spit at her. She had a hard time getting past his mustache, let alone whatever it was he had to say. Something about a thief who came through here. Wanted for whatever it was he’d been stealing. Apparently dangerous, though if she could run him down with her horse he didn’t seem all to big a threat.
And a name:
Ｆʟyɴɴ Ｒɪᴅᴇʀ
How utterly charming. And yet she still lied on his behalf— not that she really knew why she cared to. Call her curious, but if he really was all they had to say about him then she was determined to weasel more than a few answers out of him. And after that? Let them take him for all she cared. Then, and only then, would she allow them to ‘part ways’ as he’d so eloquently put it.
It didn’t take long for the stallion to catch up to the running man and slow to a canter beside him. She didn’t bother to get down.
“So, Flynn Rider, huh? What kind of a name is tha’?” Blunt? Maybe. The less time they spent on this the better.
”Met yer friends back there. Looked kinda sour. But of course, you couldn’t have anything to do with it. Ah’d say ye’ve got a good ten, fifteen minutes before they show up again so ye’d best start talkin’, Bandit Boy.”
And it seems the girl didn’t have a clue on how to take a hint. That was fine ; she’d learn soon enough. At the sound of her voice, he came to a halt, a bit surprised she had chased after him, but not to the point where he showed it on his expression. The fact that she knew his name meant that she’d either seen a poster or met with the people he was running from. When she confirmed it was the latter, he gave her a lopsided grin, sincerely amused by it all. “So you met my buddies, huh? Yeah, I don’t know what’s going on with them.” He leaned closer to the horse and gave the animal a nudge, though took a step back when he was given an unamused look. “–between you and me, I think they’re in love with me.”
“Fifteen minutes? Alright, I’ve got f i v e to spare then. So, Red, what do you wanna’ know about your soulmate?”
