♡ ┈ { “I am not here to rob you!” That just made him seem like a little more of a suspect. Damn it. “Or kill you, if that’s what you think I’ll do!” Nico came forward with his arms raised up, walking in tiny steps. The staff was in its compact form on his waist and he also carried with him a backpack. The searcher was simply doing his job today. Just so happens that someone had lost something or someone on that very same alley.
However, the hare’s intution told him that the woman wasn’t what his client was looking for. Actually, that was quite obvious. The client wanted him to find an object - not a person. So of course that was not what he wanted. “I’m just doing my job, miss. Please do not be afraid. I will stay still in my place and you can take a look at me. I’m not a criminal, or a cop or anything like that.”
Nico knew it was hard walking down a dark alleyway. How scary it was. But those were also the best hiding spots when you’re in a pinch - of course, not everything was ‘escapable’ by going into dark alleyways and he knew that well. What he didn’t know is the probability of that girl knowing about demons and whatnot.
However, he still had a job to do. But Nico would still wait until she gave him permission to move again. “And before you ask about my job, I’m a searcher! I search and find things for people! That’s all I’m here for!” The hare could not shake the feeling that there was indeed something strange about the air in that place… Like something was about to happen.
A human? Something was off.. she definitely sensed the presence of a demonic being earlier, not this adorable looking boy. Though her gaze remained wary, she took a deeper breath to calm her djinn familiar stirring within her.
“Sorry, dude. I thought ye were someone else.”
Or rather, something else.
Her eyes scanned their surroundings once more, but she didn’t sense anything dark now. Did it leave? She was certain she didn’t mistake anything. It had been here. She’d better not let down her guard entirely.
Her Djinn Sanir would attack on sight anyway, as he wasn’t fond of demons himself (the one helpful trait he actually possessed).
“A searcher.. there’s a creative way t’earn money.” She crossed her arms. “What’cha looking for?”