[ being found isn't part of the plan but neither is part of; it is simply a moment of circumstance but not unexpected. had fyodor wanted to disappear entirely, he knows the underground to be his best bet though admittedly he's always preferred the vantage point of rooftops and heights. he remembers crawling through stone passages to get into those nooks and crannies in church that were left unattended.
he's been sitting cross-legged on the ledge watching until he senses the other two and shifts, legs planted on the ground and—
fuck.
he stumbles backwards at the force of that punch, cheek blooming bright red in an instant. fyodor reels, grabs onto the ledge in order not to fall to the floor. there is a look of utter incredulity at having been hit like this by chuuya before his face takes on that muted, angry expression. ]
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he's been sitting cross-legged on the ledge watching until he senses the other two and shifts, legs planted on the ground and—
fuck.
he stumbles backwards at the force of that punch, cheek blooming bright red in an instant. fyodor reels, grabs onto the ledge in order not to fall to the floor. there is a look of utter incredulity at having been hit like this by chuuya before his face takes on that muted, angry expression. ]
Please refrain from touching me again.
[ yes, they're off to a great start now. ]