A happy reunion... I think. [ Complete ]

[firepowered]

Character(s): Rabi and Allen.
Content: Meeting up again (after the crack post on the message boards).
Setting: O Pastor.
Time: Wednesday morning.
Warnings: None.

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[moyatsu]

Allen grumbled in mild irritation as his head was used as an arm-rest. Well now, he didn't expect Rabi to actually do that in person. If it was somebody else, he would've admitted that Rabi was tall enough and that he was short enough to be his personal... arm-rest. Allen bowed his head and slipped about a foot or two away from the older man, running a hand through his own hair to tidy up the mess Rabi made. "I was just obs-ow!" Allen winced as he came across a knot on his hair. "...Observing it earlier, and yeah, nothing's really close around Niflheim besides that hotel and Auntie Unde's." The boy made a face upon saying the name of the general store.

As he finally neatened up his hair, he plopped the hood of his exorcist uniform over his head, uttering a curious 'hm?' when he heard a yell of distress towards their direction. And before he knew it, he was literally on Rabi's shoulder, about to take off. "What is going on!?" He panicked. This was really not the thing he had in mind of a 'happy reunion.' “Where are we go--eeee!” And they were off, with Allen holding on to Rabi as if his life was depended on it.

[firepowered]

He was so used to flying on his hammer that, when Allen started screaming, he nearly jumped and let go of the handle. "I'll explain later!!" was all he said. It was a lot easier than saying: hey, I ran into some guy's store, and he was looking for me, and I've gotta go, 'kay? There would be time for that when they landed.

Rabi swung one leg over the handle of his hammer, riding on it like a witch on a broom. He eventually set Allen down in front of him, just because the little munchkin was starting to hurt his shoulder. "You're kinda heavy, you know," he mumbled, but his words were lost over the roar of the wind.

Once he was absolutely sure he wasn't going to slip and fall to his death, he pulled out his journal again, opened up the map, and handed it to the younger boy. "Quick! Tell me where we're going!" he shouted, focusing more on making sure neither of them fell. They were moving fast, so if they wanted to land at all (which, you know, would probably be a good idea...), they'd have to make up their minds now.