call it a hunch. call it a feeling if you will. a slightly nauseating sensation that rose from the depths of sudden contemplation and feline-like curiosity. the lurch in his stomach does not mean to manifest itself when such things occur. but the past has ingrained itself so. it is hard to get rid of once it has happened. there is someone that has been carefully watching him for a little while now. there is an external force at work. a higher power, it could even be said.
oh, but there always is. there are watchful gazes all around you, anomaly. they wish to see your every move and gesture, and what the driving force of such strangeness really is. what is it that makes you want to do as you do ? why is it that you enrobe yourself with coveted light when you have bore witness to the obscurity that lies quietly existent in the depths of being ? in the innocent paw of the cat, the butterfly’s translucent wing is ensnared. pinned with silver nail to the selene soaked pavement on which it stands. there is nowhere to go for now. a second’s glance exchanged with muted topaz and it has managed to become trapped in the moment.
upon turning around, hands had gently leapt up into the air until the realisation had dawned as to where they were. there was no reason to be scared, was there ? the only thing that can ever hurt you is yourself. and that is if you allow the inner self to do so. there is nothing worse than the worn face you continue to cling onto. it has the potential to do what it is that the other seeks. the unknown. he can see too that he had made the heart of the other leap in surprise. it is probably unexpected. for such a thing to leap into the empty hole of astonishment that the mouth leaves agape and bury itself there so suddenly.
‘ n-no. don’t worry. there’s no need to apologise. you didn’t startle me at all. ‘ there is a laugh lined with slight nervousness as gloved hand smooths down raven locks. it is a little foolish to admit to a stranger that there were still bumps present in the coming of night. who wouldn’t be a little afraid of someone they didn’t know following them ? and for how long might have the pursuit been for ? ‘ well… to be honest, you did give me a little bit of a fright. but that’s alright. ‘ a dismissive wave of the hand to dispel of any rising tension or growing anticipation.
‘ it’s not any fault of yours. but it is starting to get darker a lot faster than it used to. are you lost, by any chance ? the city’s not the easiest to navigate by any means by yourself, let alone in the dark. ‘
Lost? He thought he was lost? This made Tojo smile subconsciously; Gentle and warm. The other’s concern was not why he was here, or even who he was — Instead there was the worry about his safety.The idea that he might be in jeopardy. The fact that the source of this was possibly his blindness soared high over his head. This genuinely warmed him up, being inclined towards people who seemed truly good at heart. However, this didn’t mean he automatically could trust him. Something about this man was still deeply concerning on a level only someone with a gift from the gods could sense.
The noirette shook his head. “ Well, I don’t think I’m lost! I’m definitely taking a little longer to get home than usual, though! “ He chirped, “ And..it’s night already? I hadn’t noticed.. “ In actuality, it seemed highly likely to him that it was night. He had been out and about since the early evening and he had no longer felt the warmth of the sun for what was around an hour now. The winds had also gotten harsher, and the streets less crowded. Tojo was curious about how this person would handle him if he continued the idea that he was helpless.
Now that he could see the strange man from the front ( though just outlined ), he got more details about his appearance. He could confirm that he was taller than him, but as for the kind of emotions he was emanating, it turned up blank. Frustrating. His eyebrows furrowed in a combination of mild irritation and deep thought for a few, short moments, then he abruptly bowed.
“ My name is Minatogawa Tojo. “ He introduced himself. “ I don’t mean to burden you, but I would be very grateful if you could help me at least find my way back to the train station. I could at least figure out where to go from there! “ He took a gamble on a whim, as he often did. The short boy was finding himself quickly wrapped up in yet another escapade with a potentially entertaining muse. He was no stranger to walking among the normal and throwing himself to fate, but it often ended in tragedy or boredom. Maybe this time he’d be the cat who got the cream.