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He'd definitely gone too far, but only because he'd been frightened. No, terrified. The guy he'd been trying to shake all night had followed him out of the bar, which–in his less than sober state–he hadn't picked up on. Normally, people's emotions gave them away far before they could surprise him.
It all had happened to quickly. One moment, he'd been the victim, and the next the man from the bar was crumpled near the dumpster next to the witch. As quickly as the life threatening experience had been, the length of time in which he stood–back against the grimy wall for support–was a lifetime. Either from his intoxicated state or from shock, his legs shook too much to flee the scene.
Most people souls were variations of shimmering colors, like the aurora borealis in a way. But he remembered the muddled, sour-tasting life force transferring from the creep to himself. "Oh, fuck." Time to go before someone comes to investigate the noise from the struggle.
Pulling himself together, mostly, Gael stepped around the building with the intentions of heading straight to his hotel. Only to see a familiar face. Stunned, he managed to utter a slurred, "w-worst timing ever, dude."
