[On his approach to the abandoned bicycle, he chooses to stop. The bike actually screeches eerily as he comes to a halt. He didn't press on the brakes that hard, did he? He huffs, moving towards Ophilia's bike and looking puzzled. Did she fall off again somehow? It doesn't look like the case this time. So what's going on?
He glances at the pile of fallen leaves beside the bike. Is she seriously...? He sighs.] You know I'm suppose to catch you, right- [There's suddenly a loud whooshing noise as the leaves abruptly rise into the area and turn into birds, swirling around him.] What?! [He instinctively reaches for his sword, swinging at the "threat". The birds that make contact with his sword, burst with ink as they fall lifelessly onto the ground. What the hell was this, more blot enemies?
That's when he hears the laughter.] . . . [It was coming from her, wasn't it?]
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He glances at the pile of fallen leaves beside the bike. Is she seriously...? He sighs.] You know I'm suppose to catch you, right- [There's suddenly a loud whooshing noise as the leaves abruptly rise into the area and turn into birds, swirling around him.] What?! [He instinctively reaches for his sword, swinging at the "threat". The birds that make contact with his sword, burst with ink as they fall lifelessly onto the ground. What the hell was this, more blot enemies?
That's when he hears the laughter.] . . . [It was coming from her, wasn't it?]