Small acid green cat slit eyes peeked out from behind one of the many piles of garbage lining the streets of the Midgar slums. He had snuck out once again, though how he ended up down here and not the plate even he was unsure of.
Tseng took a drag of his cigarette as he walked home from the restaurant above plate. He had just pulled a 12 hour shift. He just wanted to go home and get off his feet and work on the translation he had left to finish. Luckily he didn’t have to worry about feeding himself. He had eaten at the restaurant He spotted the silver head of hair and confused expression. Definitely someone from above plate got lost with that expression.
"The train to upper plate is three blocks that way." He offered, pointing down the street.
It wasn’t normal for him to scare, the fact that he hadn’t heard the man show up behind him was enough to startle the young SOLDIER. Whipping around he glanced up at the man, silver brows raising at the way he looked, the words slipping from his lips before he realized it. “You look strange..”
He had never seen a Wutain before, there weren’t any in the labs.
"Well if it isn’t the pot calling the the kettle." He sighed. This guy thought he was strange? "I’m not the one out of place here. You’re going to get pick-pocketed if your not careful, enhanced or no. Where were you going that you managed to find yourself underplate?"
He supposed he should at least give the guy directions if nothing else. It didn’t hurt that this guy made him curious.
Pickpocketed? What in Gaia's name was that, wait wasn't that when someone stole from your pocket with out you knowing? Reachign into his pockets he pulled them inside out showing there was nothing in them. They could try and pick pocket him, but there was nothing for them to steal.
He shrugged at the last question, he didn't know why he was under plate, just that he had ended up down here.
