โ โ โ โ โ ๐อ๐ตอ๐ฒอ๐ฟอ๐ฒอ'๐ only แดแดกแด แดสแดแดs of people in the world: ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ด that ๐๐๐ก๐๐๐ก๐๐๐, and ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ด that ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ โญโ โ
โ โโ ๐ฒ come to ob๐ด๐ฆ๐ณ๐ท๐ฆ, ๐ฒ come to ๐พ๐scribe; even รธblivion, ๐ฒ ๊ญฑ๊ญผ๊ฎ๊ญผ๊ฎแผ๊ญผ๊ญฑโ๐๐พ๐บ๐ ๐๐๐'๐ ๐๐บ๐ ๐พ๐ ๐ฒ etch into ๐ง๐๐ข๐๐ข๐๐ง๐๐ฃ๐๐, retra๊ฎฏe mem๊ฎปries that ๐ด๐ฉ๐ข๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ฅ all ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ข๐ญ๐ฎ๐ด, let the skieโณฝ bโฒ โฒ eborn when they crumb๐e. a duty ๐ฒ embrace.
finally, reinhardt lifted his hand, positioning it squarely between himself and johnny's face, and with a deft, fluid motion, a business card materialized between his fingersโone he set down atop the book that had been the sole barrier keeping the hero and himself apart.
a single, slow blink, followed by the an almost lazy tilt of his head. riling reinhardt is no simple featโeven the theatrics johnny had just pulled off couldn't ignite so much as a flicker of ire in him. instead, further confusion settles over his features. โฆ
โ โ
because it is. for him at least, since he went a bit all out with his apprehensions. totally not their fault...
โso what you say? can we restart these... whole thing?โ johnny mumbled in an awkward grimace ๐๐ป๐๐ป*
โ โ
โฆ for if this boy nearly lost his mind over being called a stalker, he'd likely drive himself to ruin when the whole metropolis laughs at his expense. โฆ
the very same passerby, now joined by a few curious others, exchanged glances of mutual agreement. reid pressed his lips together in a silent plea, wordlessly urging for them to disperse and avert any further escalationโa request they obliged to as they melt away into the night.
reid's features twisted into a visible mask of profound bewilderment, a look so foreignโhis crystalline memory, usually flawless, failed to recall a single instance where his face had contorted in quite this way, that's saying a great deal about the depth of his confusion โฆ
โ โ
clearly, johnny's image is much important than whatever dilemma he was feeling moments ago. his reaction says a lot.
โhow can i even be assured you're a civilian?? you wear old man clothing and who knows what that means!โ ๐ *
it seems like... johnny's back to zero.
โ โ
"you're a publicly celebrated heroโyou should be surprised if i ๐๐๐๐ฃ'๐ฉ recognise you..." he paused, letting his words settle for a moment, "and might i remind you, you're the one who's been shoutingโno one heard a word i said until you chose to parrot it." โฆ
with a lazy flick of his wrist, the blade began to twirl and tumble across his fingers as he resumed his leisurely routeโthe weapon treated as a thoughtful present.
๐ช๐ด ๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ฏ๐ข๐ช๐ท๐ฆ.แฃ
๐ค๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ฆ ๐ฐ๐ฏ, ๐ฉ๐ฆ'๐ด ๐ธ๐ช๐ฅ๐ฆ ๐ฐ๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ฏ.
๐ผ๐ต? here he was, merely hoping to enjoy a peaceful, unhurried strollโnever mind the fact that he had wandered into a ๐๐๐ก๐ฉ๐๐ ๐ฉ๐๐ง๐๐๐๐๐ข๐ part of the cityโwhen out of nowhere, the very atmosphere seemed to darken, โฆ
he throws the knife, hears the metallic noise of it bouncing off a pipe. and landing in front of the other. hopefully heโd gotten his attention now.
revenge is radiating off him. his old life long gone โ but he still holds that rage from it. even if itโs misplaced.
reid halted mid-stride, gaze drifting down to the discarded weapon with a placid curiosity, before he bent to retrieve it. any other soul would have spun around, scan the shadows for their wouldโbe attacker. not him, curiosity always comes firstโone that might kill the cat. โฆ