@ensuist // Hudson for Wren.
Hudson has been called 'oblivious' before - for good reasons as well, usually more preoccupied with the melodies taking over his mind than the world or people around him. But even he can not notice the shady figure in the car park - the shadow is pacing, back and forth, partly hidden by the silhouette of a car parked next to his own. At first, he simply watches the shadow, assuming they are looking to get into one of the cars. Smoking slowly, he leans against the wall, eyebrows drawn together as he tries to make out the intentions of the strange figure as he realises the person has no interest in stealing a car.
Instead, there seems to be some sort of shiftiness and unpredictability in them which makes Hudson's shoulders stand up a tad straighter against the wall. He now stares intently, carefully inhaling and exhaling with every drag of his cigarette. The sound of the door opening behind him has him on edge, until he sees the familiar face of the choreographer, Wren.
"Yo," he mumbles, eyes drifting back to the silhouette, "wait up," he grunts again as he pushes himself against the wall, gaze drawing back to the blond's face. "There's some fucking shady guy over there. Got any idea who's that?" he asks, nodding in the direction of the tall shadow in the car park.