The snowy tressed reaper stalked through the darkened streets, simply happy to be outside rather than trapped in bed like they so often were. The night air was particularly cool, icy hues remaining cast towards the sky as she remained lost in her thoughts.
This was rapidly disturbed however as she felt a rather rough force slamming into her chest, causing the girl to stumble backwards into the concrete. “The fuck?!” A soft growl slipped free as she stood and eyed the male warily, his suspicious nature catching her attention “Why’re you so quick t’ disappear?” she asked flatly, not caring whether he was a stranger or not.
Noting the agitation from the girl, Vaan hesitated from his flighty retreat. The rush down an alley at night would likely only make him seem shifty. Then realizing her question, the impression of being called-out made him force a smile, “Uh, no reason. I was just avoiding some old acquaintances. I should have been more careful.”
Eyeing the view of the street, Vaan lessened his guard, dubious that anyone would come down their way anyways. He had overlooked the fact that she had fallen before, and apologetically, the blond reached out a hand, “lemme help you up.”
Quickening pace to leave the open view of the city streets, Vaan maintained his brisk walk and began towards a slow jog. His hands and pockets feeling full with the weight of newly “accumulated” belongings, a slight anxiety crept into mind with the sight of armored men in the distance, pressuring him into a nearby alley.
Then the impact of another body.
“Sorry ‘bout that!” He leaned down, in a scramble to recollect what items he had dropped in the fumble. Then peering over his shoulder, on guard, he hastily addressed the silverette before him, “—but, I should go now.”
