#(I like to think Kafka instilled her love of coats into this boy; they bond over them-)

[dreamscapesalesstore]

No! His master escape plan! More importantly-

"Not the jacket!" Caelus yelped as if he'd been struck in the body. He was rather attached to the clothes he'd been wearing since he woke up with a Stellaron in his chest. This coat had been with him since the beginning!

The vessel turned carefully and tried to scrabble for the sword's hilt to pull it out of the wall. Unfortunately, it was stuck fast, no matter how hard he yanked. How strong was this guy?!

Even worse. In his determination to not damage his jacket any further, it gave his pursuer plenty of time to leisurely catch up. Caelus was in the middle of trying to push his sneaker against the wall for leverage when a tall shadow swallowed up his own.

He gulped, slowly looking up and over his shoulder at Blade. Then offered an awkward, fearful grin, "...Uh, hi?"

What was it with kids these days and their disobedience? And why did he feel like a babysitter wrangling a wily child for their mother?

"What's a 'flip side'?" He questions idly, watching him fluster around the table like a fumbling puppy.

Did he want to run? Very well. Caelus was not destined to die (yet), so when they boy had decided to try his chances and make a break for the door, Blade did not rush after him. His body simply turned, sword summoned to his hand, and swiftly throws it at directly at his prey; the sharp edge catching on the hood of Caelus' jacket before striking the wall.