ʀᴡ ▪ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ▪ ᴍʜ
Night life.
Nights are what he lives for. The cool air, the city lights, neon signs. He breathes in the parties and the bars and breathes out experiences tinged with melancholy. He likes to watch the world pass him by at night, wishing he could see the stars, and listening to the sounds of the city below. Everything is better when the world is sleeping.
He spends his nights on the roof of his apartment building, a highrise with a good view of the Nakdong. He's not supposed to be up here, but security is shit and he's convinced them to let him stay for a few hours each day. It helps that he has the reputation and isn't afraid to use it, despite the fact that he dislikes needless violence.
Tonight he ascends the staircase and steps through the door to find that his rooftop is not vacant, as it usually is. There's new life, another person, trailing along the edge. His first thought is that the man is going to fall, so he takes a few more steps in that direction. He doesn't like to get involved, but he also doesn't want his sacred place to be a crime scene, and thus inaccessible.
"Were you waiting for an audience to jump or are you just indecisive?"
He's not the most cordial person, by far, but he supposes that can't be helped.
"If it's an interactive show, I've got to say that I'm probably going to try to stop you," he hums, making his way over to the edge where his guest, for all intents and purposes, is standing. "Would that be too forward?"