rambling shit wtf
*Malba patiently waits for the boy to wrap his arms about him, releasing a soft, shaky breath at the feel of that warmth pressing against his back. It's... a comforting feeling on his tense frame.
As much as he's trying to force that anxiety to the back of his thoughts, it's steadily growing harder to ignore. It's not like Kopaka to be unreachable for so long. And now that he's actually got Zelos situated, and not focusing on helping the boy? That fear is definitely increasing.*
Okay, kid. Let's get going. *he states, forcing a calm, steady tone. It's nothing--he's overreacting, that's all. And once they get to Kopaka's, he's going to find everything fine. Maybe the guy had just fallen asleep, right? Or...
The hybrid swallows hard. He then moves to start the engine, before kicking off, riding out of the alley and making a right. It's not really a long drive--but somehow, he's pretty sure it's going to feel like one this time.
He increases his speed, zipping down street after street. Yeah. They'd be there soon. Soon.*