the impact knocks the air out of his lungs and takes the bark off his elbows, pained grunt preceding a sharp intake of breath as he realises the predicament he’s now in and, naturally, assumes the worst. he quickly tries to scramble out from under the weight. how often can —
Said bullet bulldozes him onto the ground, given that they’re of almost an equal height but Nils has easily thirty pounds on the stranger. They land on the ground, hard, Nils’ elbow firmly planting into the man’s chest.
“You are not walking with open eyes, ty čuráku!”
the stranger isn’t quite as lost as he thinks — and lou isn’t quite as stealthy. there’s only so much room in the minotaur’s maze that is the backstreets of this shithole city and lou makes a point of not getting familiar with them, so he’s only afforded a few seconds of —
Mistakes are just happy accidents between future friends. Or…no. Not the right saying. Hm.
Something brushes his arm and Nils spins around, blinking at nothing but air. By the time he turns back, he’s lost the stranger, lost the glowing red aura that encircled his head. +
it doesn’t take a psychic to realise he’s being followed, and in a city with an active serial killer, that’s not the most reassuring thing in the world. hackles raised, he tries to lose the guy on his tail by taking a series of random turns. please be a mistake.
Head tipped, trying not to stare at @specstral as he surreptitiously follows him down the street. Something about his aura, a voice whispering in his ear. Follow. Learn.