SOTF Mini

… Huh. That was a shocking amount of consciousness. Nate didn’t understand, anticipate, know that sort of consideration at all.

“I—uh—right.”

there was no time to grapple with his disorientation. This is what a natural leader was like. And he was being rather ballsy, all things considered.

Nate was threatened. Jealous. Frustrated. Confused.

He backed backwards out of the door, still aimless, going nowhere.

Nate Larson continued… somewhere that’s not a Danger Zone!

The noise roused Yu-Mi from her (admittedly light) sleep. She picked her head up and squinted. “Shit, Bailey left?” Ugh, she hadn’t meant to fall asleep. “Okay, okay, I’m coming.” She picked up her pack and threw it over her shoulder, nodding at Ángel and Cee as she stepped close to them.

“I want to find the others too. Soledad and Gabby.” Especially Soledad. I don’t want to lose her too. With that, she made her way out of the room.

(Yu-Mi Lee continued elsewhere...)

And as awkward as they came they were gone. Ángel's face was... Blank. And blank it remained as he gathered his stuff. "Think you missed the vomit as well... But yes she has wandered off to clean herself.

"Especially Sol. Also, my team. It has been too long and honestly, I'm worried." Once more Ángel turned his attention to Cee. "You are free to follow us if you desire, but there isn't an obligation. If you don't stay safe and good luck."

With a final nod Ángel left the room behind.

((Ángel Alcántara continued in Sayonara is Japanese for go die.))

Continued elsewhere.

...

"Alright," he said.