indritjis:

  ✠ “Good day,” Ingus spoke, tipping his head slightly. “How can I help you?”

            _{Vaan broke his concentration to turn and look at the source of the greeting, “Oh, hi there.”}

                              _{He was so formal…}

            _{Then peering back around the other’s shoulder, he continued to look at the foreign object behind him, “Actually, I was wondering what that was.”}

        _{Quickening pace to leave the open view of the city streets, Vaan maintained his brisk walk and began towards a slow jog. His hands and pockets feeling full with the weight of newly “accumulated” belongings, a slight anxiety crept into mind with the sight of armored men in the distance, pressuring him into a nearby alley.}

                                                              _{Then the impact of another body.}

 _{“Sorry ‘bout that!” He leaned down, in a scramble to recollect what items he had dropped in the fumble. Then peering over his shoulder, on guard, he hastily addressed the silverette before him, “—but, I should go now.”}

seinennoha:

vaanratsbane:

_{“Onion? Is something wrong?”}

    _{A casual glance was given as the other darted away into the unknown. They were all on the same team, but did they all really have to be so different minded? The boy sighed as he was called for, and with reluctant feet did he find himself charging after the other.}

    _{Somebody had to protect him from his own carelessness, right?}

    _{“The all clear? You know, a sign we won’t be attacked?“ He shook his head slightly, unbelieving he was even participating in this. ”And I’m an Onion Knight, not an onion…”}

_{Letting out a sigh, Vaan eased his pace to a more casual stroll. At times it seemed to him that amidst his own protests to be considered an adult, Onion Knight had lost sight of the meaning of “fun” entirely.}

_{“You’re so worried about getting attacked. Not everything is battlefields, ya know.”}

               _{Though, given circumstances, they were technically in battlefields. Not everything could be taken so literally, anyways.}

_{As for the nag about the pet name, Vaan coolly disregarded what would have only become a potential argument with the boy he had known as Onion. He had always come to call him as such, and habits were hard to break.}