[ True to his word, Chris knocks on Mafuyu's door when the rain was falling its hardest. While he would've liked a downpour, the rain is loud enough to where he has to call for Mafuyu over the wind pelting the windows and roof. It would die down soon enough, but they'd need to set out before then. Up until this point, Chris spent a good couple of weeks taking Mafuyu out on walks in the early morning and around dusk, if only to have her memorize their surroundings and the camp itself. Under the guise of teaching 'him' how to hunt, he'd taught Mafuyu the basics of survival.
Enough to where he'd swiped her a decent survival knife from their camp's 'security'. Full tang, small enough for her to comfortably hold when chopping wood or whittling down branches, and the holster was large enough to tie around her hips like a belt. It would have to do until they could reach his family house up north, but it was a weapon she could count on in the meantime.
While waiting, Chris surveys their flat one last time. For the past couple of weeks he stuck to wearing old and faded clothes before suggesting Mafuyu to do the same a few days ago. He'd washed and strung them up in the living room to dry and this day was no exception, but the point of it had been was to pack their sturdier gear and make the place looked lived in. They'd be leaving their ratty clothes behind, if only to buy them some time before anyone noticed they were long gone. He'd secured a mask for her along with replacement filters and electrical tape as a makeshift seal just in case of any tears.
Finally, the majority of their supplies were in his rucksack and duffel while Mafuyu would carry their gear and clothes. Chris had made sure she would only be carrying the lightest bags out of the two of them. Satisfied, he zips up in his old BSAA windbreaker. It was hooded and water-proof which makes him thankful as his organization had kept extreme weather in mind when designing their gear. ]
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Enough to where he'd swiped her a decent survival knife from their camp's 'security'. Full tang, small enough for her to comfortably hold when chopping wood or whittling down branches, and the holster was large enough to tie around her hips like a belt. It would have to do until they could reach his family house up north, but it was a weapon she could count on in the meantime.
While waiting, Chris surveys their flat one last time. For the past couple of weeks he stuck to wearing old and faded clothes before suggesting Mafuyu to do the same a few days ago. He'd washed and strung them up in the living room to dry and this day was no exception, but the point of it had been was to pack their sturdier gear and make the place looked lived in. They'd be leaving their ratty clothes behind, if only to buy them some time before anyone noticed they were long gone. He'd secured a mask for her along with replacement filters and electrical tape as a makeshift seal just in case of any tears.
Finally, the majority of their supplies were in his rucksack and duffel while Mafuyu would carry their gear and clothes. Chris had made sure she would only be carrying the lightest bags out of the two of them. Satisfied, he zips up in his old BSAA windbreaker. It was hooded and water-proof which makes him thankful as his organization had kept extreme weather in mind when designing their gear. ]
Mafuyu? Let's go.