[he pauses in the shade of a second-floor balcony on a building and coils tightly around himself. he's panting open-mouthed from stress, and looks up and down the street, wide-eyed, and then cautiously uncurls and heads up the street. Cid's too far away right now for Axel to be able to see him at all, as his eyesight isn't so hot and especially not with stationary targets.]
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