*casually walks by bennett, then i grab his cloak and throw it over his head, spin him around and rub his belly and run away*
He spins around on his heel and trips rather ungracefully over a small divet in the ground, cursing and hurling insults at whomever had blindsided him.
One arm finally caught the edge of his cloak and threw it from his scowling face, but by the time he could glance around, the perpetrator was gone.
“AN’ DON’LET ME KIT’CHA DOIN’ THAT AGAIN!” he threatened to empty air.
“You know for a hunter, you’re rather unaware of “danger” lurking but two feet behind you,” Juliet chided as she smothered a grin. “I think your self-preservation’s a bit broken.”
Bennett simply huffed, shoved his hands into his pockets, hunched his shoulders and continued on his way.