[It's nervewracking, waiting. And to his credit, Basil doesn't dart out into the night to look for Max, as much as he wants to. He has to trust that she'll come back eventually. He has to trust her. If he were to run up on her in the middle of choosing a target, it would just make things harder. He has to wait.
And so, he does. He stands shrouded in the flickering light of a streetlamp, his ears flicking every so often when a bug buzzes past them. Sometimes he'll lift his head and look stiffly in one direction, thinking he'd heard something. Is that her? Is it something else? He wants to go look, but he can't. Close enough that he could cause problems if he intervened, yet far enough away that he can't actually hear Max anymore. If she's found someone, it's out of reach.
But then, over twenty minutes later...Basil's head snaps to look down the street, his eyes wide and reflecting the light oddly as he cranes his neck when he hears the sound of twin footsteps headed in his direction. He can hear, he hears almost too much, but he can't see-]
--Max-!
[He hisses under his breath when she finally emerges from the darkness, and honestly it's such a relief to see her his knees almost buckle. That relief is short lived, however, when he spots that she's been wounded- not badly, but there's been an altercation of some kind already- and just ahead of her following against their will...is a human. A young man.
Basil never met Max's brother, obviously. He doesn't even really know what he looked like, moreso what kind of person he was. The kind of car he drived. What he meant to Max, and all of the complexity therein.
The fact that her chosen target...is someone who could very well be the same isn't lost on Basil, yet he doesn't want to think about why right now, nor does he imagine Max is either. He just steps forward a little, waving her in.]
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Date: 2023-07-27 11:33 pm (UTC)And so, he does. He stands shrouded in the flickering light of a streetlamp, his ears flicking every so often when a bug buzzes past them. Sometimes he'll lift his head and look stiffly in one direction, thinking he'd heard something. Is that her? Is it something else? He wants to go look, but he can't. Close enough that he could cause problems if he intervened, yet far enough away that he can't actually hear Max anymore. If she's found someone, it's out of reach.
But then, over twenty minutes later...Basil's head snaps to look down the street, his eyes wide and reflecting the light oddly as he cranes his neck when he hears the sound of twin footsteps headed in his direction. He can hear, he hears almost too much, but he can't see-]
--Max-!
[He hisses under his breath when she finally emerges from the darkness, and honestly it's such a relief to see her his knees almost buckle. That relief is short lived, however, when he spots that she's been wounded- not badly, but there's been an altercation of some kind already- and just ahead of her following against their will...is a human. A young man.
Basil never met Max's brother, obviously. He doesn't even really know what he looked like, moreso what kind of person he was. The kind of car he drived. What he meant to Max, and all of the complexity therein.
The fact that her chosen target...is someone who could very well be the same isn't lost on Basil, yet he doesn't want to think about why right now, nor does he imagine Max is either. He just steps forward a little, waving her in.]
Over here! This way, hurry!