NAUGHTY ESCAPED LAB SUBJECTS GO IN THE SPRAY BOTTLE BOX

[vapidus]

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.

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[waywardwont]

Ventus thinks he deserves a lot of credit for the sole back breaking unbearable task it had been to get those wire cutters in the first place. It wasn't like the people who cared for them sort of left that stuff around. It had taken years of earning trust, and months of careful observation and preparation, never breathing a word about it to anyone, not even his sister. Honestly, Ventus hadn't really thought himself capable of the patience, of the secrets, but the overpowering desire to see Roxas again...to know what happened to him. It made it possible.

And well...if he was getting out, he wasn't leaving the rest of them.

The asphalt is slick and wet under their bare feet, and Ventus looked up, blinking at a streetlight overhead. He knew what rain was, logically, but watching it reflect off a light and fall onto his face was another thing entirely. He reaches up a hand, trying to get a better sense of the sensation. Like a shower but...more.

Maybe he cries a little. Vanitas doesn't have to know! Its raining.

Wiping his face on the thick sleeve of his coat (thank god for that thoughtless request for something warm so long ago), Ventus blinks over at Vanitas. He pats down his pocket for a notebook, and then squints as the rain immediately drenches the cover of it. This...isn't going to work is it. He tucks it under his arm and sighs, as clearly as he can muster. Shelter.

He repeats it again for good measure. He knows he taught you a little bit! It's getting late anyway--and boy has Vanitas always looked so unhappy? It's just a bit of water!