I nod. "Let's have a good fight, then."
His hand is released, and I take 2 gracious steps back and transition into a defensive back stance; right foot back, body to the side, and arms lightly bent around my torso.
And I wait.
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I wouldn’t be too concerned, just … don’t pay too much mind to ‘em. I’m a little sensitive about them …
﹙ He scoffs, staring at her hand, gentle shake, rough hands. ﹚
I’m Kudo ◞ a sorcerer. ﹚
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"Detective van Stronghold." Gremmy. What's up with this guy... "Forgive my forward question, but, your eyes are unusual. Were you born with that color?"
his 𝒖𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐚𝐥 way of socializing seemed to put the other on 𝖆𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐭 . 𝖌𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭 of a smile erupted on the hooded blond’s visage .
“ you can call me 𝕲𝙧𝙚𝙢𝙢𝙮 . yours .ᐣ ”
Taking another sweeping look at my surroundings... "It's drastically different from everything here." I comment softly. Never have I been witnessed to so many trees in one place. Or grass. And the sky is... Unexplainably vibrant.
"What year is it..?"
Sasuke Uchiha..? That naming convention was strange to me. Almost similar to my mother's original name, Ji-yeong, before she took up an 'easy' name, as she explained it to me. The consonants used are different, though.
"Maxine van Stronghold. I'm from the city of Adonis." +
/gutzz/ doing one round of replies and then i HAAAAAVE to get back into the work mindspace(telling myself this)(bad at focusing)(i love max and writing her)(they're going to fucking kill me)("they" being myself)
"Mm."
My overcoat is removed and folded over a nearby bench. Sleeves are rolled up. Tie is loosened. Buttons are undone.
Walking up to him, I hold out my hand. "It's Max. Should I be concerned about the horns?"
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Heyy, you look pretty strong———never seen you around here, but, I know to never judge a book by its cover.
﹙ He cracks his knuckles, tightening the bandages on his hands. ﹚
I’m ready when you are.
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Silence befell us for some beats. I try my damnedest to get a read on their intent; their face covering and flat expression making it night impossible.
I will continue to believe they are very, very socially unaware. My shoulders forcibly relax. +
Squint. My hand lightly ghosts over the holster on my leg. I can feel the hairs on the back of my neck bristle.
"You can tell from facial expression alone?"
His gentle greeting stops me in my tracks. "Ah. Ryu." The day sun blinded me a bit on top of my already dull sight, so I nearly missed him.
"It's nice to see you well." I felt my expression soften as my sight readjusted to his face.
Unusual stare. Unusual person. My poor eyesight trains on them closely. Our eye color is the same gold.
"You're not supposed to touch strangers without permission." They look quite young despite the height difference. Perhaps they are ill socialized.