Ronald maintained his persona as the other man approached, even finding his heart race from the thrill of someone who would fight back for once.
But then his smile disappeared into the shadows soon enough, and though he stood his ground, a part of him wondered if the jacket was worth debating where Ronald’s body might be found come daylight. The man picked up Ronald’s grin just where he dropped it in no time, and the expression on the man froze the younger’s blood to ice.
“I don’t need a courtesy lesson from you, arse-hole!” he found his rage, though he tripped on the way there. It was obvious in the delay, as he found himself dazed by the gentlemanly advice, and even further still by the other’s voice. He was likely a personality of some sort around these parts—perhaps he was famous! He certainly looked handsome enough for it. All Ronald knew for sure was that every part of his body was telling him to flee—
—save for his ego. For when the man held out his hand, despite the darkness that lingered behind that nutty-brown gaze, Ronald couldn’t stop himself from seizing the other’s hand, leaning in with a hard-set jaw and an even harder grip.
Eyes narrowed in glee, smile curling wickedly. His grip was strong and not likely to let the boy go easily any time soon. A few observations were made quickly in the span of seconds. The first, his voice. Tough, that’s for sure. You normally got that from the usual rapscallions who knew the streets enough to trip up unsuspecting well to do folks who shouldn’t be there. But it cracked just slightly. Wariness peeking through.
The realization that they may have picked the wrong citizen to approach.
Second, their grip on his hand, holding fast. A bid to maintain dominance though somewhat faltering. Alistair remained relentless. He knew the game he was playing all too well. In fact he liked his bravery! It was good he hadn’t run away– no. No, that wouldve been terribly boring of him.
Amused, Alistair took action seconds after gripping the others hand. First, he was yanked forward hard enough to entice a stumble. His foot went out unexpectedly as well before he let go, sending the boy tripping right over it. An empty and painfully unsupervised alleyway stood ominously to the side of them. With him fallen right into it, Alistair followed, giving his fingers a well deserved flex.
“You may not need a lesson in manners, yes, but you could certainly use a few pointers if you’re trying to rob a man in the street.
What’s your name, kid? With that accent, I already know you’re not from around here.”
