it very well could have been his paranoia , or perhaps he was just so angry that his body wasn’t acting the way he wanted it to. He was still recovering , there was no way he should have been out on his own patrol , but what was he supposed to do? The cane is enough to get him out of the apartment , but there was still someone following him. No , there was definitely someone there. A growl and a click of his teeth escape parted lips when he stops in his tracks. If they chose to attack him , he would be ready , but so far there was nothing of a threat he couldn’t handle. --
[ there’s other places to walk y’know , why are you following me? ] he finally turns around to face them , signing with one hand as the other metal one hangs onto his cane for support.
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