The chanting & screaming of the swarming horde Noiz is currently wadding through the edges of falls on deaf ears. He’s heard it all so many times, it’s unregistered now. He walked away after that nod towards the stranger he’s vowed to keep in his Team’s protection for the day fully expecting him to follow along; with him or some of his Teammates, it didn’t matter. As long as the stranger stayed in Ruff Rabbit’s proximity, he’d be fine.
Standing close to a wall where the crowd thinned a bit, Noiz glanced between the projected screen in the air displaying the current round & his own Coil. Occasionally fingers covered in gauze tapped on the device, seeming to correlate with when the crowd would cheer louder & Usui’s voice would announce with more enthusiasm. He’s ignorant to the stranger’s presence – & even if he had obediently followed his Teammates – until he hears his voice & realize his body’s being pulled with the momentum of his arm being grabbed.
Offended, Noiz immediately pulls his arm away, stuffing his hands in his pockets. ❝ Don’t touch me. ❞ He grumbles out reflexively, taking a half step back before completely registering who had done it & what he had said. Glancing away, his eyes hovered towards the ground for a moment before looking back up at the projected screen. ❝ Nothing. ❞ Noiz answered untruthfully. This stranger wasn’t a Rhymer yet, much less a Ruff Rabbit; his Team’s activities today weren’t any of his business.
Blood pressure spikes immediately. His anger is unpredictable, anything could set it off, like being brushed away so easily. Being lied to. Being treated like he was stupid. Saeran’s hand tightens into a fist, one he’s fully prepared to swing right into this guy’s jaw before Hana worms her way further from his bag, whiskers tickling against his ear.
` Saeran, your heart rate is up. Do not cause a scene here. You will not make it out.` She speaks in his native tongue, and even if some in the fray could understand, her voice is mostly muffled from their noise to everyone but Saeran. The Ribster sucks in a deep breath, reaches up to rub his fingers over her cheek before she hops from his bag to take her place by his feet. The AllMate stares at the rather odd looking stranger, before winding about Saeran’s legs.
He grits his teeth, taking her advice as his hand relaxes, loosens, fingers slack while his eyes cast off to the side. There’s too much going on at once, he’s rather disoriented, and maybe he should have just fucked off when he had the chance. Not like he had much to do today though, his bosses were no where to be found, he had no orders. Beating the tar out of people in back alleys for no reason was only so much fun.
` You pull this shit and expect me not to ask,` hisses Saeran, pressing closer but keeping just the slightest bit of space between them. ` I know shady business when I see it. But, whatever.`
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