She’d been keeping away, much like he said but… there was a bit of shuffling and Chyou would poke her head up, over the edge of the roof, spotting the male. At least the side she came up was one of the lesser busier streets and pathways but— she was clinging like a cat climbing a tall bed.
Lifting herself up and over she let out a soft ‘oof’ when her knees hit the solid roof.
“I’ve been looking for you Vanitas!” She was wearing the eyepatch he’d gotten her, the one visible eye shining.
At the disturbance, a glance swiftly shot in the direction of the sound. So quick was it, that the split second glimpse of Chyou’s head poking up over the ledge wouldn’t register before his gaze shifted away from her direction, his mind having initially dismissed the clamour as nothing more than a stray cat.
So a moment later when his brain had registered what his eyes had seen, his head would whip around, a startled expression on his face as his focus fell upon her.
“Y-you...!” The flicker of anger on his features was missed by the other due not only to her own awkward motions to pull herself to safety from slipping and falling back down to the street below, but due to the human swiftly spinning around and rushing over to the vampire.
As he stopped in front of the woman, the irritation on his face was pronounced. What was she doing here? He had drilled it into her head how it was dangerous for them to be seen together. Well, more so for him than for her. How was he supposed to explain this...anomaly than not even he understood? He couldn’t just let her freely prance about Paris. But with the current arrangements...if a certain noisy vampire, or a certain nosy dhampir discovered he had been...—Ahh, this woman’s whole existence spelled nothing but trouble for him. Both now, and in the future.
As she regained her bearings and began to straighten herself out, he noticed that she was wearing the eyepatch he had given her to conceal her anomalous eye. At that realization, the tension he held was released with a silent sigh.
Traces of irritation lingered in his features—brows faintly furrowed, eyes slightly narrowed—subtle signs of his immediate reaction to her finding herself here. Whether the other would pick up on these minuscule tells was yet to be seen.
“Why are you here?” His words came out a bit more exasperated than he intended at first, but it quickly faded into a more subtle discontent. “I told you, only come find me if something dire happens.” With a frown, bright blue eyes scanned her form, noting no injuries or other indications of anything of the sort. “...And from the looks of you, that isn’t the case. So? Out it with. What brings you here?”