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Skav’s sleep was dreamless, thankfully. Perhaps God was offering them a break, giving them a sweet few hours of rest in exchange for the night of panic and fear He had put them through already. So the night passed on aimlessly, without even the slightest hint of an image slicing through Skav’s mind, and then suddenly they were awake and staring blankly at the stained cushion of the back of the couch. They didn’t dare move, too stunned by the fact that they were not in their own bed for a moment. The anxiety spurred along with the weight of an awful, awful hangover and Skav swallowed down a wish to vomit as their eyes drifted upwards and focused on the familiar, bare ceiling of their apartment. Something heavy settled on their chest and, slowly, they realized it was relief. Relief that they were home, relief that the sun was out. Relief that, somehow, they managed to keep the contents of their stomach down and hold onto their sanity long enough to school their exhausted expression into one of apathy.

And then there was a noise.

Shuffling. Fabric against plaster. Feet on cold hardwood floor. Skav held their breath and slowly tipped their face back towards the cushion, squeezing their eyes shut as a presence moved towards them. There was a long moment of complete silence-- no. Nothingness, not silence. Skav could hear the person breathing, hear them shifting, hear them [i]thinking[/i]. The endless minute swelled within them as they struggled to figure out a plan of attack of escape. Skav’s knife was not on their body, and there were no weapons hidden under the cushion before them. They remembered a vodka bottle from last night was nearby but had no clue how far it could have rolled away during the passing hours. The seconds of thought finally melted away to a feeling of pure confusion as the figure behind them whispered,

[color=d24dff]“Hey, wake up.”[/color]

Familiarity swarmed them like a wave, crashing upon Skav’s frantic mind with enough force to knock the wind from their lungs. They shifted once, blinking away the haze of adrenaline, but they were once again plunged into uncertainty when that near-manic voice above them began speaking of leaving. Running away. [i]Running away[/i]. Skav let out a soft, shallow breath and shifted once more, sitting up as slowly as humanly possible in order to avoid getting sick all over their friend. 

There was something odd about the way Blue rambled. Skav’s head tilted once, blinking slow as they processed his words again. Leaving San Marzano… Could it be so easy? Skav hadn’t really thought about it before…. Before--

Memories of last night’s meltdown flashed before their eyes. Arya’s name was scribbled on the back of their eyelids as they blinked rapidly and, after glancing down at their arms, reopened scars were sluggishly forming scabs in order to avoid infection. That's right.
 Arya was in San Marzano, and she was looking for them. Skav AND Blue, now that he knew basically everything. If they stayed in one place for too long, if they stayed in the city for too long, they were bound to be found. They were basically already dead. 

[color=#ff00a5]“Dear God.”[/color] Skav mumbled, rubbing their arms slowly, feeling each bump and memory beneath their fingertips in order to stay grounded. Arya was near, their mind wanted to cry, but they had to stay focused. Skav had no wish to go through another crack in their facade, especially around someone who was suddenly offering a brilliant idea.

[color=#ff00a5]“Leave… Leaving San Marzano.”[/color] Skav repeated, lifting a thumb to the bottom of their lip and pressing lightly. It was an oddly human gesture for them and led to a thoughtful expression that was often hidden behind a veil of feathers and red glass. [color=#ff00a5]“The Qrow is a good car if you didn’t completely trash it last night-- it could carry us for a good few states. We’d have to go today, and stock up on shit here or on the road. Yes, yeah…”[/color]

They stood suddenly, staring out at the glistening sunlight of the west coast. A future they hadn’t noticed was laying out there in the world. Hope. The Lord was offering Skav a friend to finally watch their back and a way out, and they crossed themself silently before turning to stare down at Blue with their usual apathetic stare but it slowly split into a half-inspired smirk, [color=#ff00a5]“You are a genius, snake. An absolute genius.”[/color]

 And then they were off towards the kitchen, stumbling across the floor on unsteady feet as their hangover fought against their every move. They paused for a moment next to the sink, groaning as bile filled their throat and then subsided with the loss of motion, and after the feeling to be sick passed Skav moved and began throwing open cabinets. Nonperishable foods sat in most of them-- cans of beans and soups that were so ignored that they appeared dusty in the slanting afternoon light. A whole three shelves of these cabinets were filled with boxes of various pasta and Skav muttered something about “donations” before they began placing the goods onto the counter.

[color=#ff00a5]“I have some things here already-- food and a shit ton of old vodka and wine.”[/color] They pulled a few dozen plastic bags from below the sink and began piling in boxes and cans and bottles, eyes zipping from counter to the rest of the room quickly, [color=#ff00a5]“And besides that I don’t have much to pack. If we--if we are actually doing this Blue, together, then what would we need to get from your place?”[/color] They turned quick and met Blue’s stare expectantly, looking a bit manic themself from the entire idea of getting the hell out of dodge.