This was a bad idea. Many things he did were bad ideas, but this was really bad. Sneaking out in the middle of the night whilst full knowing the possible response to this would chalk up to number one on the dumb actions scales. But needing to leave the house and the rebellious urge caused the teenager to carefully climb down from his window. The home response was scary enough, but climbing down from a manor was terrifying, especially since there was no ivy to climb down. Eventually, his feet touched the dewy grass. The reaction to that was like a bullet being shot.
He just started running.

He didn't stop running, despite the fact that his legs and feet were burning up and his lungs felt like they were stabbed. He ran despite being lost, still in his pajamas and looking like a complete teenage mess. Two feelings were ruling his heart at that moment: clenching fear and an almost drug trip like happy. He brought no money with him, nothing that could allow him to do something now that he was out of the house. The rare happy high took over and the teenager was grinning like he won a lottery, wandering to the park. He didn't need money to do anything there...and hey, even just sitting and staring at the sky would be fun now.

Enjoying the air of the night, the technically grounded teenager gazed at the limited star view. Muttering the names and tracing the shapes...the rebellious night out felt amazing. But...could it last? For the rest of his life? And why now was he considering running away? Was it because he was already out? Probably.
Shaking his head, the lost teenager started walking around, trying to figure out where he was. Maybe then he could find a way home...or not.
Sebastian found himself asking strangers where he was, or for directions to a location he actually knew. No one answered; which was not a very ideal result. It was almost morning and, sadly, people would notice if he wasn't home.

Eventually, Sebastian hesitantly asked your muse about where they were, trying to sound American and failing miserably. He tried to look innocent, and not panicked and revealing he was lost and fearful at every growing second of that day. His blue eyes gave a puppy dog begging, desperate for an answer. Now the night cold wasn't as wanted and enjoyed, the teenager shivering a little bit.