"Aargh! We're lost again!" Rosette twirled in the street out of boredom. Chrono sighed.
"You shouldn't have just run off without asking for directions," like you always do, Chrono thought to himself.
"Chrono? You okay?" Rosette tilted her head back in mid-spin. Chrono watched her golden hair whip around her face, glinting in the soft morning light.
"Uh-huh. Why'd you ask?"
"You won't stop kicking yourself." Chrono blinked and tried grabbing his foot in a futile attempt to stop it, causing Rosette to double over with laughter. Chrono started laughing as well, until he noticed a sudden shadow overhead. It was right over Rosette, and was headed right for her.
"ROSETTE!" Chrono dashed over to the nun, knocking her out of the way as the shadow collided with the pavement.
SLAM.
Chrono looked behind his shoulder to see the behemoth shadow, blotting out the sun like nothing else, eyes that glowed a horrid red. There appeared to be a lump on the behemoth's back, whispering weakly, "I said gently." The lump eased itself off the behemoth with a solid thump, and Chrono turned his attention again to Rosette. She was alright, if a bit shaken. She was breathing heavily, and the pocket-watch around her neck rose and fell with her. Chrono shook his head, reminding himself of the contract. No matter what, the two were bound now, and he could never let her get hurt. Rosette opened her eyes slowly, the pocket-watch resting normally as she calmed down. Chrono let out a quick sigh of relief.
"What are you looking at, Chrono?" Chrono glanced up to see Rosette's face, even redder than his and wearing a very bemused look. He realized in his heroic save he was leaning over her, and blushed further. Rosette glared further.
"Um… your pocket-watch?" Chrono stuck his arm behind his had in embarrassment, and lost his balance. Now he was right up against Rosette on the street.
"Oh, my pocket-watch, huh?"
WHAM.
Chrono went flying past Mort and Spot and flew into the unfortunate fruit stand owner from before. He stood, and picked up the boy.
"You all right, there?"
"Yeah, yeah, it's, it's fine. Happens all the time." Mort watched as the boy shambled back over to the suggestively-dressed nun. He turned to Spot, who sat eagerly in the huge crater he had made.
"Bad Spot, bad. You do not just leap off of buildings, especially on top of a lady, however revealing her dress may be. If I was younger, I might be into that sort of thing, but my point is bad golem, bad-"
"-Excuse me?" Mort faced the nun, hands on her hips. Mort stepped backward, unsure why. He straightened his black hat and suit casually.
"Er, sorry about the golem, miss, hope he didn't hurt you any."
"Golem?" The nun examined Spot curiously, its eyes now tinted a friendly yellow. The boy also looked at it, though a bit uneasily.
"Yes, he's housebroken, though."
"I need directions." The nun handed her a small slip of paper, identical to the one he had received. He glanced at the address, and realized it was the same as the one he had been given. He blinked, and then noticed the holster strap on the nun's belt, carrying two loaded pistols. So, this was no ordinary nun… Mort grinned. He lifted off his hat, his short black accompanied by two friendly green eyes.
"Certainly, miss, uh- well, miss. You were headed the right way, just take a left around the next corner and straight on. It's the third building on the right, can't miss it."
He handed the paper back to the nun, and his gaze met with the boy. The eyes were unnaturally sharp, and Mort glanced back with eyes equally as intense. If he was right, then that boy must be…No, couldn't be. Mort smiled even wider. The nun stared blankly at her slip of paper, then grabbed the boy by the hand.
"Thanks for everything, mister! Chrono, let's move!" The demon attempted to protest, but it was useless. Within minutes, the two were gone, as if they'd have never arrived. Mort continued grinning, and put his hat back on. Of course he gave them the wrong directions- no way in hell they were stealing his reward. He hopped back on Spot, and clicked his heels.
"Alright, boy, let's go get that reward!" As Spot began racing on the street again, Mort looked back where the odd pair had run off. He felt bad about it but, hey, he had to eat, right? Listening to his stomach grumble, Mort turned back just long enough to grab an apple from the fruit stand, before tossing back his change. Stunned by all of the events, the stand owner slowly picked up the coins off the street before being knocked in the head with an apple core.
