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⊰☠⊱ — Stolid gaze roved, sweeping over the vacant red light district, thick hands buried inside pockets. It was dead-- no, peaceful. That's a first. Not a single Normal in sight and at night. Usually, the red light district was packed around this time, even if it was a weekday. It was almost like a whole different place.
He must have missed some kinda memo.
Seeing no point in sticking around, the deaf Tagged pivoted on his heel-- a sluggish turn, ready to make his way back to his apartment. Until something neared. Body went rigid, hand strayed towards the hilt of his katana instinctively. Hand loosened his hold on the hilt as he took notice of the figure or rather took notice of the figure's hair color-- white. Blinking languidly, he couldn't help but assume that the figure who passed by was the albino punk. Haine. Man, he wasn't even sure if he would be able to pronounce the guy's name right. It was worth a try...
❝....ʜAɪN﹣﹣.....❞
Nicolas went silent, finally taking in the person's figure. This guy wasn't Haine. He had more mass on him, while Haine was practically all bones-- not to mention that their hairstyle was extremely different. Though he was at fault for immediately assuming anything with white was Haine. Man, this was gonna be a pain in the ass. Not to mention annoying. He will have to explain himself-- something like that. He would keep it brief.
Just as Nicolas was about to speak, much to his chagrin, a couple of thugs moved about in an alley. One of them was pointing a gun towards the guy he mistaken for Haine. A frown marred his features as he hurdled towards the guy-- making an attempt to grab the guy and take them on a rooftop before the thug's bullet made contact with the guy's head.
Some peaceful night this turned out to be. Could have been worse.