{noirbelette}
It seemed like tonight was the most uncomfortable night of his life. He had yet to figure out the reasoning to this, but he was pretty sure he definitely would figure out the mystery of the unease that had settled itself, without permission even, in his gut. He always did figure out these things, and it was almost always an accident when he did figure out why his stomach was eating itself alive from the pure discomfort set in it. So, he didn't even worry about it, despite just how uncomfortable the feeling was. Paranoia, he presumed. Paranoia that was almost always right when it was set off. Most of the time, he just had left a pen in the wash when the feeling of unease was around, and he was pretty sure that's what it was this time.
Turning a corner, her fidgeted with his jacket sleeves as if that alone would get rid of the unease gnawing him alive. Tugging and flicking at the tough material of the jacket had proven a good enough distraction, keeping his eyes downcast as he turned another corner, watching the shoes of the passerby's with uninterested eyes, and he knew his interest would only be piqued if something actually did happen. Maybe if someone on fire were to run into him, causing him to catch flame as well, and it's just one gigantic firey mess. That'd be amusing.
But, he guessed, running into someone or finding a relatively good cafe just might pique his interest as well.
