There was nothing here, as far as he could see. But he trusted Autumn Nevada to handle her trigger discipline like a pro, so there had to be something somewhere. Turning around to face his friend, the man slowly approeched her as she made the efforts to climb. She could manage on her own; that much was obvious.
But he was there, so why should she?
He knelt in front of her and brought his arms over her, before his fingers secured themselves under her pits. Then he stood, pulling her up along the way, before hugging her to his chest and turning away from the deathly fall.
He definitely had to be teasing her here; right?
"I couldn't find anything." Was all he said instead, gently letting go of her. His eyes were looking around the place, but there didn't seem to be anything here. Considering the top of a train was literally a straight line, that meant that whoever had been atop had either leapt off as soon as the shots came, or had climbed inside further ahead while they came out.
"Indeed... Perhaps you did indeed hit, and they fell off as a result?" He offered at Autumn's words, brows furrowing ever so slightly. It was possible, though the lack of any blood splatters did suggest it was not that.
Post by Autumn Nevada on Sept 12, 2020 5:35:48 GMT
Autumn swallowed hard as she stared off towards the front of the train. Gwyar’s presence was a comfort to her even if his words were not. She knew in her heart there had been no one there. It hadn’t sounded right when she pulled the trigger. Her bullet should have embedded itself in soft flesh but she’d heard the scattered ricochet off the concrete tunnel.
Her face was sheet white as she shook her head and turned back to face Gwyar, “I- I’m not feeling well. Maybe I should take a sick day tomorrow.”
She eased her grip on Gwyar’s shoulders just enough to slide down his body and into a low crouch before turning back towards the edge of the train where she had been pulled up just a moment before. The tunnel raced past her vision in a blur of white and black lines and not fully trusting her balance just yet she dare not inch her way closer to reentering the car.
“Hmm…” She hummed through closed lips to combat a sudden wave of nausea. “Maybe we climb off at the next stop. A-Are we getting close?”
"No." Replied the blonde man as he lowered himself to a crouch besides her, his arm wrapping around her waist before he hoisted her up under his arm like a child. "What's up with you tonight? Were you this bad with alcohol before?" He asked, the confusion audible in his tone as he reached for the edge of the train, his fingers digging into the iron atop of the doorway they had come out of before he hoisted both of them inside in one swinging motion, the yellow materia within gauntlet shining brightly as he did.
If alcohol induced nausea was the issue here, that probably hadn't helped.
He let her stand on her own two feet once his footing had found its place inside the cart, staring at her in palpable bemusement as his brows furrowed.
"Hn..." She looked sick. Or nauseous. Had she caught something while at the bar? There was a lot of people there- or maybe she had gotten something from Raffey? ... Did there even exist any goat-to-human viruses?
"... Your home might not the best place tonight." He said after a moment, remembering her comment about 'ghosts'. He crossed his arms as his brows furrowed further, his tight-lipped smile pursing for a moment. "You know... My home is near the station- and my usual stop comes before yours. How we sleep at my apartment instead?" He offered after a moment.
Post by Autumn Nevada on Sept 13, 2020 17:45:12 GMT
Autumn threw her arms around his neck as Gwyar scooped her up. She knew what he was planning and she wanted to make herself as easy to carry as possible. Her stomach lurched as they swung down into the train but she swallowed hard and managed to keep the drinks she’d had at the bar from making a sudden reappearance.
“Always!” She chuckled. “I’m not a super soldier like some other people I know.”
The Turk looked around the empty train car as she regained her footing. It had been dumb to try and climb up onto the roof of a moving train and it was something she had flat out refused to do sober. Even when she’d killed that AVALANCHE guy she’d been standing on some grunt’s shoulders and peeking through an escape hatch on the roof. She supposed it was something to check off the bucket list.
GAWAIN’s invitation drew her attention from her silent musings. “Oh- hoho… If I didn’t know any better I’d think you were trying to get me alone, Sir.” She poked him in the chest teasingly before nodding in agreement. “You’re place it is then.”
"I fear the day you finally decide to become a SOLDIER. You'll be able to drink two pints before getting drunk then! My poor wallet!" He lamented tauntingly.
The blonde smiled back flirtatiously at her chest poke... before breaking character shortly after with a snort.
"I wonder about that." He said enigmatically, as he simply dropped on his seat and leaned back his head against the glass behind him, his eyes fluttering closed.
Some time later, a feminine voice would blare out through the speakers, announcing their arrival the Sector 5 Upper Plate. The station was about as empty as one should have expected. Few people would have been wandering about past midnight on a workday, after all. If nothing else, it at least assured them the chances of anyone from work catching them on a late night 'date' were minuscule.
"I never invited you to my apartment until now, did I?" He noted casually as he scratched at his chin, humming in thought.
Though they were 'besties', it would have been accurate to say they were workplace besties- they worked in the same company and partied together, got together at public spaces, hung around and enjoyed each other's company when allowed.
This would be a first one for them.
"I had hoped for a more special occasion, but I suppose 'getting so drunk you made yourself sick' will have to do. " He teased casually as he guided her towards his apartment complex.
A surprisingly run down (for an upper plate) building; looked to be one of the few ones built during the construction of Midgar that were still left. It was well preserved, though. It seemed like the blonde's appreciation for old-timey Diners applied to architecture as well.
"It looks great, isn't it? The apartment was surprisingly cheap, too!" He commented like the middle-aged ass man he was as he guided her inside and-
Oh god, there was no elevator here.
Just stairs.
Gawain did not seem to notice, immediately beginning to climb with a hum.
"Mine is on the 3rd level. I think you'll like the place- it's become rather homely lately." He commented without elaborating.