Stepping forward with a clack of heels on cobbles, the blonde slowly crouches down and wraps his arms around thin knees as he lets his eyes scan the male. Looking for any reason to call for an ambulance, or perhaps the police, but also whatever it is that is tying him up. Reaching out he lifts up the padlock and grimaces lightly, “ah…” Frowning he looks back at him, “what the hell happened?”
With a slight pull to his hands Luhan sat up more straightly, eyes semi focusing on the figure in front of him. “Fucking cunts took my bag,” he cleared his throat a little bit and let his eyes dart all over the place. He could say it was strangers who came for him but Luhan knew just who they were, some low life tweakers he had ran into some week before that he got into a, disagreement, with.
“fucking meth heads” he sighs, tilting his head a little as he watched the other one, “nice outfit, different, I like it,” if he had one skill it was weird small talk in weirder situations. “I’d die in those heels, literally, I’d fall horrible and break every part of my bone,” he slurred a little bit, shaking his head with a slight laughter.