#TIPS HAT I HOPE THIS IS OK thank u for waiting this is late af

[finalkeeper]

[ @morruge | #knystarfestival ] 

Well-- here he is, without his partner in crime. Familiarity seems to have taken a hike somewhere up into the mountains -- maybe to find itself, Minho doesn’t know. Everything in this loud streets? A stranger to him -- the cheer, the laughter, the voices; it’s carefreeness that he’d never encountered, and he feels like a fish out of water, a runner without running shoes --

It’s exhilarating.

The lights are bright in the summer night, and yet the warm atmosphere feels rather artificial. He lets it wash over him, taking the surroundings in stride; so many people from a different place than he was -- or was this all WICKED’s ploy? But there was no way they could even get these people in the first place, when most of the population was, to be very frank, dead.

Look at him, being all skeptical -- Thomas would have been prou-

wait - was that - 

A slender figure, a flash of blonde hair. He catches it through throngs of people, and Minho’s not sure if he saw properly -- but if Newt was here, then maybe-? 

His paranoia tells him to slow down, that this could be a Trial; but when had he ever listened to it? Minho wasn’t one to let opportunities slip away, and he grabs it while he can, pushing through people to catch up to her -- 

“Never thought I’d see you here--”

... oh. Maybe this was a Trial after all. Words initially spill out in English, and he considers changing to the language Koi used -- but... the person in front of him didn’t remotely look Asian at all, and so Minho makes an assumption, continuing in English. ( It’s still a bit weird, being mostly surrounded by people who looked sorta similar to him compared to the Glade. )

“... You’re not Sonya. Who’re you?”