A chuckle escapes the messy blonde’s lips, hands lazily shoving themselves into his pockets of his pants that already seemed to be barely held up by the doctor’s suspenders. It was rare to see this sort of face around London, but the yard definitely had it’s own share of killers. Just one look at this man and the sharp tooth dual side of Doctor Henry Jekyll could easily tell he wasn’t someone that was just a regular resident who’d end up being one of his victims. ‘ Well, well ‘ he’d hum, giving an idle click of his tongue as dark emerald hues glossed over the male’s appearance.
His vest was ripped open, tie loose as blood from past victims of the night staining his shirt. He didn’t even regonize this man - but Hyde sure as hell could get the same vibe from him. As if he could smell the blood off of the other assassin like a blood hound. ‘ This sure is a surprise wouldn’t ya think ? ‘ More and more snickers would bubble out of his throat as he paced closer, idly pulling out his knife, already bloodied from earlier as he gave it an idle twirl.
‘ I don’t even know who the hell y’ are but I can tell yer type already. ‘