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It was so cold, maybe because it was winter, but it made Kyrie's nose red and shiver at every breeze, bundled up in clothing to keep warm, ears tipped a soft crimson. He couldn't help but keep glancing over his shoulder occasionally, he couldn't tell if he was shivering from the cold or his nerves anymore. Kyrie could feel the goosebumps on his arms. He felt like he was crazy due to this paranoia he was feeling, no way someone was watching him, right? Imagination... Yeah no, it was his imagination, he would attempt to brush it off but... he should move faster before he potentially got frostbite in this cold. He was careful despite how fast he was walking, the ground felt slippery below his feet, black ice was his guess which wasn't the best thing honestly, but it was hard to see exactly so he wasn't sure
It felt like the temperature was only dropping, he hated that he hadn't gotten a place at the Playtime Factory yet like some... Kyrie paused, a thought passing through his mind. "It's going to be too cold for work tomorrow", Kyrie could practically feel the anger and distraught bubble up inside of him, all he could think about was how this only stopped him from getting closer to finding his little brother. His goal, the whole reason why he was at Playtime, find his little brother who'd been taken as an orphan into the factory and get him out of there
Kyrie pushed it down and moved faster along, wanting to get out of this cold and figure out what to do next but luck wasn't exactly... on his side today and he slipped on the ground below him, his foot slipping down below him and taking his balance with it. Kyrie's heart would stutter a beat as he felt himself rapidly fall to the ground, this would leave a mark, he was sure of that, but as he shut his eyes tightly, unable to reach his hands out in time to catch himself from the fall so just bracing for the fall but... It didn't come. Kyrie opened his eyes confused; his face a couple inches from the ground. What happened? Wait, what's the warmth around his waist that he could feel? He looked down even more confused, black gloved hands, ones he recognized for sure... he hoped
He'd try his best to look over his shoulder, it was hard to see the face of the person who apparently caught him from his tumble, fall, whatever you want to call it; because the streetlamps hadn't been fixed in a while, maybe that's why he fell in the first place... but that wasn't important right now. Wait a minute, he knew that dark-ish purple hair! It was Julien? The hell was he doing here? Didn't he have a place to stay at the factory with Beau, his twin sister who's pretty nice anyways it was since she was Harley Sawyers assistant after all... and the guy barely stopped his work. Beau got her own place in the factory but only would agree to use it if Julien was allowed to stay with her obviously because she didn't want to leave him alone in their apartment, well, that's what I was told anyways by Beau herself. This was so confusing, why and how was he here right now? Why wasn't he saying anything either? It sounded like he was also... breathing heavily?