Chapter 42: Knock, Knock
"Where is she going? Don't tell me she noticed us...is she trying to lure us or something?" Frowned Lexia, as Junne looked around cautiously before heading into a dark, narrow alley.
"No, I don't think she's onto us, that's not the impression I'm getting. But she is being strangely wary, like she's making sure no one's around to see her," Responded Colt quietly, as the pair made their way across the rooftops to the top of one of the buildings by the alley and peered down.
"Oh...unbelievable, you have got to be kidding me," Sighed Lexia disdainfully, as Junne took out a bottle and poured out a drop onto a balled-up tissue.
She then looked around again before she formed a small barrier around herself as she lit a match and set the tissue ablaze, a dark smoke billowing out from the spot where she'd dripped the liquid onto.
She then inhaled the fumes, letting out a relaxed sigh as the smoke filled the barrier, taking slow, deep breaths. Her eyes glazed over as a smile spread out across her lips, the tension leaving her body.
"That's probably the same drug she used on me to escape last time," Recalled Colt with a grimace.
"I'm surprised, I figured you'd be more excited than you are and try to get dosed with it again or something," Replied Lexia dryly.
"Hey, give me some credit...I enjoy getting messed up, sure, but toxic narcotics like that don't appeal to me in the slightest," He huffed indignantly.
"He says that like it's obvious, but how was I supposed to know that? Seriously, I don't get him at all. Well, whatever," Lexia sighed internally, before declaring as she extended a bone dagger in her right hand, "Let's move in, she was kind enough to drug herself up for us, we shouldn't let that go to waste."