02-21-2020, 07:42 PM
The cig in his mouth lights up again, his muscles relaxing, eyes falling shut.
He opens them again, and this time, his smile is on his face, that smarmy grin that he plasters on himself whenever he talks to someone else. He doesn't talk immediately, though, just lets the kid talk, even if he doesn't manage to get out basically any information in the few sentences he speaks. "Sorry t'give you a fright there, парень. Just didn't expect anyone else to be here this late." The assassin looks back up at the moon, as if gauging something, then returns his gaze to the green child. About midnight, by his reckoning - quite late for anyone that young to be up and wandering about. He narrows his eyes ever so slightly, but doesn't ask yet. There'd be a better time later, after he answers a few questions. Plus, he really doesn't want to suspect anyone as seemingly anxious as this (even though his mind already throws in words like "seemingly," already casting suspicion upon him). The cigarette floats from his lips, and he breaths out the smoke, looking away from the kid out of courtesy and out of not wanting to look anyone in the eyes right now. It was hard to do that for him, sometimes, when it was late at night like this and he was left alone with his thoughts.
He took a drag.
He looked back at Izuku then, sitting down on his haunches, and began to speak once more. "Anyways, I was just... blowing off some steam. Cigs help take the edge off, y'know?" He sincerely doubted the young one understood that fact, but continued regardless. "Didn't want t'pollute anyone else's air - I know most don't take kindly to smokers - so I came back here. How 'bout yourself, парень? Can't imagine a kid's just up and wandering around so late at night without a reason." Wisely, he kept any suspicion out of his voice, framing it as a simple, innocent question.
To give the anxious child time to respond, he reached out with his mind and pulled the knife back to him, turning it over in the dark, moonlight glinting dangerously off the blade, his expression that of someone in careful contemplation as if examining it for flaws - his eyes, however, were still on Izuku.
He opens them again, and this time, his smile is on his face, that smarmy grin that he plasters on himself whenever he talks to someone else. He doesn't talk immediately, though, just lets the kid talk, even if he doesn't manage to get out basically any information in the few sentences he speaks. "Sorry t'give you a fright there, парень. Just didn't expect anyone else to be here this late." The assassin looks back up at the moon, as if gauging something, then returns his gaze to the green child. About midnight, by his reckoning - quite late for anyone that young to be up and wandering about. He narrows his eyes ever so slightly, but doesn't ask yet. There'd be a better time later, after he answers a few questions. Plus, he really doesn't want to suspect anyone as seemingly anxious as this (even though his mind already throws in words like "seemingly," already casting suspicion upon him). The cigarette floats from his lips, and he breaths out the smoke, looking away from the kid out of courtesy and out of not wanting to look anyone in the eyes right now. It was hard to do that for him, sometimes, when it was late at night like this and he was left alone with his thoughts.
He took a drag.
He looked back at Izuku then, sitting down on his haunches, and began to speak once more. "Anyways, I was just... blowing off some steam. Cigs help take the edge off, y'know?" He sincerely doubted the young one understood that fact, but continued regardless. "Didn't want t'pollute anyone else's air - I know most don't take kindly to smokers - so I came back here. How 'bout yourself, парень? Can't imagine a kid's just up and wandering around so late at night without a reason." Wisely, he kept any suspicion out of his voice, framing it as a simple, innocent question.
To give the anxious child time to respond, he reached out with his mind and pulled the knife back to him, turning it over in the dark, moonlight glinting dangerously off the blade, his expression that of someone in careful contemplation as if examining it for flaws - his eyes, however, were still on Izuku.
tags - "speech"