"I know, I'm sorry I don't mean to be ...." He bit his lip knowing his nerves were probably not helping his friends at all. How was Bermuda supposed to learn anything when he was just keeping an eye out on him and shushing him every time he jumped at a shadow? Sometimes he didn't quite know why Bermuda put up with him. He was probably just a mess to be around like this.
Erato fiddled with the edge of his coat before he felt hands on his shoulders. Looking up he was ready to apologize again but snapped his mouth shut when his friend started to speak.
"It's really hard not to think about anything." He murmured softly but did take the deep breath as he was told. He reached up and set his hands lightly on Bermuda's arms, trying to steady himself. He kept still for a minute or two until something started to feel, off, "I think .... a couple blocks up. Something feels ... wrong."
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Lalande leaned against the cool bricks in an alley to keep out of sight while he braided his hair. He had no idea why this much hair was necessary and spared a glare in Cursa's direction for how easy hers was to deal with.
She just had a rattail to deal with while he had a giant mess of hair. Once it was braided and secure he huffed, dropping the braid.
"Right ...Now that that's over with we can get on with our night." He knew there were a couple of white rats a couple blocks away but wasn't sure Cursa would want to mess with them. She'd had a long day at rehersal.
He on the other hand had dealt with a shitty day and would have liked nothing more than to ruin someone elses.