Nicolas’ eyebrows raise at that, more shock than him being impressed. It was rare to meet people who could communicate with him in such a way, and it gives him a false sense of familiarity. He’d urge himself not to get carried away and let his guard down, but he doesn’t think it’ll be an issue. After all, something told him such a person would not be staying here of all places for too long.
He ponders for a minute, eyes looking over his new acquaintance as he judges. His knowledge of people versus his looks. His clothes alone were obviously expensive. Money was all he saw when looking at the other. His posture screamed a strict uprising, and his eyes unnatural, making him squint as if trying to decide whether there was something fake about them, or just something he’d never encountered before.
Bringing his hands up with ease, his own quickly gesture in return, not holding back seeing as the man obviously had a good grasp on the language.
“-Well, that’s a relief. I don’t like talking much. Gotta warn you though, this area’s not really the best place to visit on your own.-”
He pauses for a second and brings up a hand, beginning to sign something but choosing not to, instead raising both and continuing along.
“-I work as a handyman of sorts, I could offer my services to you. Don’t think anyone will mess with you if I stick with you, but I ain’t free.-”
Worick will absolutely kill him if he gets in any trouble with this rich dude and squeezes nothing out of him in the process.
“-I can serve as a bodyguard. Tour guide bit’s free, though.-”
So this is definitely the easier way of communicating with him; whether by birth or by consequence, this man had been living this way for a while. Virus could tell by the fluid movements of his hands; though as he signs a few things, Virus can also tell how amused he is by Nicolas's words. Aah. . So it came down to money, then. Virus had plenty of that, and there was more where it came from, too. He moves his hands down and pats his pockets, if only to outright grab his checkbook. He hands it over to Nicolas without even a moment of thought -- After all, the account went straight to Toue's personal safe account.
┌Name your price, I could care less about frivolous things like that. My life is worth far more than any dollar amount, so go ahead and keep that for now. As for the tour. .┐
He continues along, gaze settling upon a certain cramped walkway. It reeks of bleach, but it's hard to cover a scent he recognized too well. Brightly coloured hues settle onto the ground as he steps forward and crouches, fingertips touching at the shattered stone atop the concrete. He rubs his fingers together, as if testing its density, before standing up once more to face Nicolas and offer signs in return.
┌How often are violent crimes committed here? Are they drug-related, maybe hate crimes? Or simply hunts?┐
It wasn't as though Virus wanted to play detective; it was just in his job description. Having a native, particularly strong person on his side was advantageous for both his survival and his knowledge -- he may as well use it, considering knowledge is what Toue cared about most.
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