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𝓶𝓪𝔂𝓫𝓮, 𝓾𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓻 𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓻𝓮𝓵𝔂 𝓭𝓲𝓯𝓯𝓮𝓻𝓮𝓷𝓽 𝓬𝓲𝓻𝓬𝓾𝓶𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓷𝓬𝓮𝓼—

( while gustave would very much like the space to be tossed around sufficiently to simulate a break-in or even a kidnapping (which this might very well be!), there are certain details he wants to get right. there's this short mystery novel he and his sister wrote together as children, and they painstakingly thought up of all the 'clues' left behind that spelled out the why and how it was not, revealing thus that the character in question was alive (certainly, the both of them had been obsessed with sherlock holmes).

into his travel backpack goes his gun, deciding he's better off leaving his fencing sword behind. no one but his sister knows that he owns it. a few other items get tossed inside, however many can fit, and, as he quickly finalizes his 'set up', he moves on toward the window, backpack hitched on his shoulders and proper winter clothes on.

his blood rushes with the adrenaline of the situation; should he slow down now, he will come to hesitate and think twice about this. he motions at their means of escape with his hand. )

Then we better hurry.

( outside and below, monoco whines and frets. )

After you.

Shit. Monoco only sounds like that when—

[ He starts to bark, then. There's no doubt in Verso's mind that it's an alert bark; Monoco hasn't the slightest idea what's going on, not really, but he knows enough to be frightened of strangers entering a place that Verso is in. ]

Quiet, Monoco, [ he hisses out the window. ]

They're here.

[ 'After you', Gustave had said, but Verso takes the opportunity to reach out and yank Gustave along by the forearm as he starts to climb out the window. ]

Come on.

( one thing gustave will come to admire from verso for a brief moment is that the man was able to scale up to the second floor to his bedroom. how did he even know it was his bedroom? no time to think about that, though, as he is yanked quite forcefully out the window by the forearm.

there's a pipe that gustave holds on to, and then climbing down is an easier matter now. at the sight of them, monoco seems a little calmer and has ceased his barking.

gustave jumps off the rest of the way, landing onto a bush, cushioning his fall. monoco, for his part, laps at his cheek with his tongue. )

Good boy.

( he mutters, picking himself up with a bit of a groan (a fall is still a fall). for better or for worse, from this moment onward, monsieur dessendre is the one who holds the cards on what's next. )

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