[As soon as the curse was lifted, Manolo stuck around only long enough to make sure no one needed any immediate healing. Then he was off to find Joaquin. He didn't know whether Dr. Gottlieb had contacted his friend or not, but that wasn't all that relevant. In either case, it was clear he needed to find his friend as soon as possible. Manolo wanted to come clean about what he'd done, and to give reassurance that he'd actually been careful during his time in Pan's forest.
When he didn't find him at home, Manolo ignored the unsettled feeling that prickled at the back of his mind. Had he immediately left for De Chima? No, that didn't sound right. The next thought was that Joaquin had somehow gotten hurt, and he moved with more urgency as he stepped back outside and anxiously looked around to check if maybe he was coming this way.
Finally, finally, he did find him, at a little park just a little ways down the street. His large frame, with smoke curling from the cigarette in his mouth, made for a striking sight -- and also a disconcerting one, knowing that these days Joaquin mainly smoked to deal with stress.]
Joaquin! [He slowed down as he approached the bench, unable to fight the concern gnawing at his chest.] You're not injured, are you?
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Date: 2016-01-15 11:53 pm (UTC)When he didn't find him at home, Manolo ignored the unsettled feeling that prickled at the back of his mind. Had he immediately left for De Chima? No, that didn't sound right. The next thought was that Joaquin had somehow gotten hurt, and he moved with more urgency as he stepped back outside and anxiously looked around to check if maybe he was coming this way.
Finally, finally, he did find him, at a little park just a little ways down the street. His large frame, with smoke curling from the cigarette in his mouth, made for a striking sight -- and also a disconcerting one, knowing that these days Joaquin mainly smoked to deal with stress.]
Joaquin! [He slowed down as he approached the bench, unable to fight the concern gnawing at his chest.] You're not injured, are you?