It's going to be a long flight. By "long", it's probably about a half-hour, only because Ain is pushing himself to fly faster. A half-hour flight means an hour or two of driving, means a long, long walk, means the mountains are probably safer for them for now based on proximity and nothing else. Ain at least seems to cheer up the longer they're airborne, because... yeah, there's no hope of them being caught now. It's early enough in the morning to still be mostly-dark, and Ain is a speeding silver bullet of a bird. Once they're high enough in the cloud-cover, the police officers are going to have a hard time finding them at all.
They're free and safe and Ain is very, very pleased with this. Have fun vacuuming his feathers off of every inch of that little space, jackasses!
Now, the good thing about mountain towns... they're little. The bad thing about mountain towns is that once someone knows you, everyone knows you, so this could be a risky decision. If they're lucky, this town is out in the backwoods enough where people won't know them or care. If they're not... well, they'll just move on. Like always.
They land some distance away from the entrance to the town proper, and Ain takes a moment to... laugh, really, at the windswept state of Vash's hair.]
Your hair is messed up. Aha... I kind of like it! It makes you look like a clown.
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babewe're going to the mountains—It's going to be a long flight. By "long", it's probably about a half-hour, only because Ain is pushing himself to fly faster. A half-hour flight means an hour or two of driving, means a long, long walk, means the mountains are probably safer for them for now based on proximity and nothing else. Ain at least seems to cheer up the longer they're airborne, because... yeah, there's no hope of them being caught now. It's early enough in the morning to still be mostly-dark, and Ain is a speeding silver bullet of a bird. Once they're high enough in the cloud-cover, the police officers are going to have a hard time finding them at all.
They're free and safe and Ain is very, very pleased with this. Have fun vacuuming his feathers off of every inch of that little space, jackasses!
Now, the good thing about mountain towns... they're little. The bad thing about mountain towns is that once someone knows you, everyone knows you, so this could be a risky decision. If they're lucky, this town is out in the backwoods enough where people won't know them or care. If they're not... well, they'll just move on. Like always.
They land some distance away from the entrance to the town proper, and Ain takes a moment to... laugh, really, at the windswept state of Vash's hair.]
Your hair is messed up. Aha... I kind of like it! It makes you look like a clown.
[he means this in the nicest way he promises]