08-08-2018, 08:45 AM
Michael would sigh slightly, closing his eyes for a few moments as he collected himself. "Sorry, man. I've just been having a bad day, didn't mean to snap at you." he'd say, a tad bit quieter than before.
He would startle slightly, giving a quiet squeak of surprise as he looked up and found a hand directly in front of his face.
The teen would would firmly grasp it with his clean hand and pull himself upright, wiping the bloodied hand on his jeans. "Nah, I ain't here for the concert. I just moved here." He'd answer the owner of the hand. The hands owner was certainly,, something. Michael had hesitated slightly at the view of what appeared to be fangs but the dude may have just needed some serious dental work and he wasn't up to being rude about it.
Michael would laugh lightly, not wanting to seem offended when it was said that he looked like a fifteen year old. "haha, yeah. I just got my jacket, it's certainly different than his." The blond's jacket didn't seem to have a single free space on it, a variety of patches and a tassel-y thing covering it.
"I'm Michael, who're you two?"
It would be rather odd to be standing here with the two boys. The local humans would give them a wide berth, knowing that it was all too likely that the brown haired teen could be yet another face on a missing persons flier in the coming days, not moving to intercept or save him for risk of their own lives and families.
Michael was too oblivious to notice the pitying and nervous looks, going by the close moving tourists and assuming that everything was alright. If only he were right.
He would startle slightly, giving a quiet squeak of surprise as he looked up and found a hand directly in front of his face.
The teen would would firmly grasp it with his clean hand and pull himself upright, wiping the bloodied hand on his jeans. "Nah, I ain't here for the concert. I just moved here." He'd answer the owner of the hand. The hands owner was certainly,, something. Michael had hesitated slightly at the view of what appeared to be fangs but the dude may have just needed some serious dental work and he wasn't up to being rude about it.
Michael would laugh lightly, not wanting to seem offended when it was said that he looked like a fifteen year old. "haha, yeah. I just got my jacket, it's certainly different than his." The blond's jacket didn't seem to have a single free space on it, a variety of patches and a tassel-y thing covering it.
"I'm Michael, who're you two?"
It would be rather odd to be standing here with the two boys. The local humans would give them a wide berth, knowing that it was all too likely that the brown haired teen could be yet another face on a missing persons flier in the coming days, not moving to intercept or save him for risk of their own lives and families.
Michael was too oblivious to notice the pitying and nervous looks, going by the close moving tourists and assuming that everything was alright. If only he were right.
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