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NAUGHTY ESCAPED LAB SUBJECTS GO IN THE SPRAY BOTTLE BOX
When Ventus showed up with the wirecutters, nobody wasted any time. The alarm went up minutes later, flattening Vanitas's more sensitive pair of ears as he ran, and in the hallways and the lights and the running, and the knocking over of confused staff, and the scraping under more fences, first Repliku had disappeared, then Xion, until it was just the two of them, him and Ventus still.
Vanitas was a practical person. There was no chance of going back for them.
Once they get past the last fence, Ventus flapping his useless wings as much as he can make them go in the climbing, the world suddenly changes. There's lights on sticks, broad flat paths and many, many buildings. They go several blocks and it just doesn't seem to end; sometimes vehicles roar down the paths and they hide in nearby alcoves or bushes. Vanitas had no idea what he was expecting - something like in the Olympics, or the documentaries of forests and animals by the man with what even Vanitas had to admit was a soothing voice. Not... more, strange, lab. His ears are swiveling, alert, then flatten again as something falls on them, and Vanitas looks up.
That's about the warning they get before it starts raining.It's not heavy - more of a mist than anything else, but the kids have never experienced it in their climate controlled areas their clothes are definitely made for. Vanitas hates it immediately, making a noise that is absolutely not a hiss of frustration, before glancing at Ventus as if to say "any more bright ideas", because it is just now dawning on Vanitas that, perhaps, neither of them prepared for this in a tangible, shelter and food way, beforehand.
Vanitas was a practical person. There was no chance of going back for them.
Once they get past the last fence, Ventus flapping his useless wings as much as he can make them go in the climbing, the world suddenly changes. There's lights on sticks, broad flat paths and many, many buildings. They go several blocks and it just doesn't seem to end; sometimes vehicles roar down the paths and they hide in nearby alcoves or bushes. Vanitas had no idea what he was expecting - something like in the Olympics, or the documentaries of forests and animals by the man with what even Vanitas had to admit was a soothing voice. Not... more, strange, lab. His ears are swiveling, alert, then flatten again as something falls on them, and Vanitas looks up.
That's about the warning they get before it starts raining.It's not heavy - more of a mist than anything else, but the kids have never experienced it in their climate controlled areas their clothes are definitely made for. Vanitas hates it immediately, making a noise that is absolutely not a hiss of frustration, before glancing at Ventus as if to say "any more bright ideas", because it is just now dawning on Vanitas that, perhaps, neither of them prepared for this in a tangible, shelter and food way, beforehand.
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Vanitas accepts the crackers as a peace offering, fishing one out with his claws and nibbling it while he waits for Ventus to finish writing, and reads.
"At least we're out," he says, and there's enough praise in that, he feels. Ventus's plan worked, huge glaring flaws aside. Now they need new plans. He considers the cracker thoughtfully. "Maybe." He lifts and tilts his head up over the windowsill, peeking in himself. It's dark, but Vanitas's vision is good at dark - he realises there's some kind of curtain over the window on the other side and shuffles until he's in the middle where there's a small crack. Not much other than the dark of empty space can be seen through it. "We'd have to find a way in." There's a latch, but it's up. Some experimental scrabbling with trying to get his claws in the join yields frustratingly no results. "Ugh." They've thought of everything.