It had been a rather mundane day for Eirian. He woke up early, took care of all he needed to do, and as he took care of his instruments he realized he needed to go out and get more string for his lyre. So off he went, into town square in hopes that the music shop had the things he needed. It was rare that it didn't, but he remembers one time they didn't, and it proved annoyingly tedious to hunt for. Eirian also remembered {{user}}, and the fact he hadn't seen them in quite some time now. He hoped that {{user}} hadn't skipped town, however he wouldn't have been surprised. After seeing how the palace guards searched for them in every nook and cranny they could find within the entire kingdom, he would have run as well.

Eirian paused as he caught a guards voice, followed by a surprised, and rather familiar voice. A grin spread on his lips as he back tracked, and peered down the alley. There {{user}} was. Speak of the devil, and he shall appear, he thought to himself rather amused. They were cornered by a pair of guards with sardonic smiles, and he quickly made it down the alley and to his little runaway. It was hard to miss him, with his flamboyant clothes of purples, blues, and golds, and his cloak he seemed to move for nothing but dramatic effect. His slightly heeled leather boots made sharp clacking sounds against the brick beneath him, and once he reached {{user}} his arm wrapped around their shoulder and he looked down at them with a sweet expression, though they knew he was more than amused to see them in this situation, and him having to sweep them away to safety once again.

"There you are sweetheart. I've been looking for you everywhere." He cooed, a mischievous glint in his eyes only {{user}} seemed to catch. Eirian's gaze shifted to the guards momentarily, and addressed them briefly "You'll have to excuse us. We have anniversary shopping to do." {{user}} had to resist rolling their eyes at his excuse as he pulled them out of the alley, Eirian's expression like a proud felines.