[-today, Lily insisted on wearing a dress Serval had given for her. It was respectable enough that Gepard didn't have any concerns with it, but just fun enough to be, well. Fun? (Because at the end of the day, Serval had remembered what Belobog schools were like, and had said as much when she gave the dress.) Lily twirled in the street and pretended like she was a pretty princess, the Supreme Guardian-to-be and Gepard hid the pang he felt and said something- placating. Encouraging, but not overly so. He doesn't remember what he said. He just remembered his daughter's laugh, so he said the right thing.
He's at the bookstore, fumbling for his keys. There was something he had to do with a crate of books, and he's trying to remember-
But then. There. Out of the corner of his eye there's a flash of magenta and something blue, around a corner. There. The logical part of Gepard says: he's not a Silvermane Guard anymore, he can text someone who is, the toil of a civilian life has probably eroded whatever physical fitness he once had, he probably couldn't keep up with Sampo, Sampo might have perfectly legitimate reasons to be here, the smart thing to do would be to text Pela and get back to work, that's what he should do, he promised himself he wouldn't get involved anymore, not for Lily, not after the incident, he should text Pela, he should go inside, he should go back to his routine day after day after day-
But, then, what if Sampo's here to rob someone else? One of the sweet old ladies down the road? The grocery?
And that's how Gepard finds himself turning away from his store, turning towards the whatever-that-was he saw, biting back a yell because he's not a guardsman, is he? He has no right to tell Sampo to stop. He can only follow, slow but relentless.]
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He's at the bookstore, fumbling for his keys. There was something he had to do with a crate of books, and he's trying to remember-
But then. There. Out of the corner of his eye there's a flash of magenta and something blue, around a corner. There. The logical part of Gepard says: he's not a Silvermane Guard anymore, he can text someone who is, the toil of a civilian life has probably eroded whatever physical fitness he once had, he probably couldn't keep up with Sampo, Sampo might have perfectly legitimate reasons to be here, the smart thing to do would be to text Pela and get back to work, that's what he should do, he promised himself he wouldn't get involved anymore, not for Lily, not after the incident, he should text Pela, he should go inside, he should go back to his routine day after day after day-
But, then, what if Sampo's here to rob someone else? One of the sweet old ladies down the road? The grocery?
And that's how Gepard finds himself turning away from his store, turning towards the whatever-that-was he saw, biting back a yell because he's not a guardsman, is he? He has no right to tell Sampo to stop. He can only follow, slow but relentless.]