if the city never sleeps than that makes two — p, raid rescue party

[valo-kas]

//retro to death/reset ofc

valo-kas did not care about vlad, in much the same way that they didn’t really care for anyone but themself (and even that was debatable). however, they liked travel and they were bored, so why not tag along with two much more commendable members of the group and play hero for a bit?

the black ski mask valo-kas had pulled over their head had been modified with three extra holes (two for their ears and one for their third eye) and it was remarkable cozy despite the fact that it had quickly become a sponge for their cotton candy drool. that, they decided, was a good thing. better that it be absorbed by their mask than left on the ground, a bright pink trail for others to follow if they weren’t already tailing the smell of the swamp.

they stayed close to the others, secretly afraid of losing track of them, even in a place like this, where it would be pretty easy to pick up their scent again. valo-kas was not a fighter. they were a callow, unrestrained shit-talker, but they weren’t a fighter. if this ain’t quick n easy, i am out, they promised quietly, already mapping an escape route for if the worst befell them.