[littl3chocobo]

he sighed and looked over at the clock, 9:16...only two hours and 18 minutes, wait, 9:16? 'fuck!' he threw himself out of bed, he was going to be late, he quickly tossed himself over his bed into the pile of clothes spilling out of his closet, he was massively late. isadora you punk he thought to himself, aloud he finished the thought, 'how the heck can you be an hour late on a day like this?'

he was panting lightly and one of his sandles felt loose, the clasps in the back was the only thing holding the silver in place if he lost his shoe now he'd have to leave off the chase and never find out who the mystery girl was or why nathanial desided to chase her. he stumbled at the bottom of the stairs, he paused momentarily to reclasp his shoe and wait for the others to finish their descent, it would do no good to be caught