Take an Angel by the Hand and Witness a Second Chance ||@deathtohextech||
Meeting Wolfwood was.... A shock, striking his heart in a way that wounded him. It could have gone worse, truly, it could have. After all he'd done he's not surprised the man panicked and all but killed him yet ran for his life.
It was then he realized, despite his care and love for those around him, he hadn't really branched out. He'd isolated, retreated from the masses. Even during the moss, he hid rather than helped. During the Sonare he just anxiously stayed home and protected Legato whilst panicking about Badou. He doesn't talk about how he didn't act panicked about the man but fussed over his poor eating when he'd gotten home.
So it's here, walking the streets like a ghost that he all but rams head first into a new chance. Granted, they were quite a distance, but eyes watched the figure. A new Echo without a doubt, one leg looking framed, braced almost? Injured, old by the sight of it.
Then there's the energy.
It's potent in the way one becomes pungent when they bathe in perfume or swaddle themselves in layers upon layers of floral notes. It permeates his senses, but he can tell it's simply a lingering note rather than possession. Once gifted great power, or perhaps a twisted curse, he couldn't say. All he knew was it held a tang not unlike Plants, yet entirely different. Dimensional benders, quantum entanglements, magical in nature, but he had little to no idea beyond this.
Interesting indeed.
Even without recent events, his heart ached for the figure. Hair disheveled and hardly washed, a mop of unkempt as his body clearly went on without his mind entirely present. It reminded him of Eriks.
I couldn't be there for you, brother, but perhaps I can be there for a human. A change you'd be proud of me for doing, no? Perhaps even Wolfwood would approve.
The closer he gets, trotting over the street he inspects closer now. The man is swaying, squinting at the menu, at the bag of keys, looking wasted, but a quick scent of the air and there's no alcohol. Fresh from arrival it seems.
"Do you have any allergies?" He neared, Gato sniffing towards the man before looking to her handler, focused on his state of being as he smiled to the new figure. "I take it you too arrived in this world. Recently, if the confusion is anything to go by. If you like, I could help you, answer some questions. Once you're fed, of course." He opens the door.
It wasn't often he got take out, Legato always made divine food, but the scent of the Chinese shop made even his own stomach rumble.
"Consider it a welcome gift."