#thetgrizzle

[xdevilbrought]

"Aw, c'mon. Give me some credit," he coos, throwing his arms wide in mock-offence. "I watch people. S'kinda what I do. And you're not hard to spot." And there he gave a pretty damn pointed look at that glowy arm. "But hey... nice, uh... digs y'got here. Real classy."

“I don’t usually give people credit for stalking —…”

Huffin’ and puffin’ and sliding his arm behind the curtain of his jacket. Jeez, man… it’s not like you intimidate him or anything, but you’ve got a one of a kind way or makin’ friends. The hell are you watching him for, anyway?

“… This is a business. And kind’ve a house, too.”  … Kinda.  He leans his hip against the desk — see, business. ”You need somethin’? And who the heck are you?”

[xdevilbrought]

Wooo, so hey. Look who just sauntered into the shop. Literally. Sauntered. Like a fucking cowboy. Yeah. "Hey yo, Esteban. How's it hangin'?"

“— … How the hell did you find out where I live—?!”

And his name ain’t Esteban, damn it - but that’s a bit less concerning. IT’S ESTABANERO.

[tokidoracrimesyndicate]

Possible New Recruit

Normally, being interrupted in the middle of his tinkering would make him shut down half the floor, but in this case, the teen was a little too uninterested in what this piece of machinery was yielding and company would really be nice. He was still quiet enough, grabbing a metal sphere from the table and plucking at the wires that surrounded it. With any luck, it'd be one of his friends checking in and bringing him food.

But then he found that, instead, it had been an intruder with no proper reason to be there. "Who a-are you?"

[stylish-alastor]

the-t-grizzle started following you

Now who the fuck...? Alastor raised an eyebrow at the young man that-- if he didn't know any better?-- he'd say was shadowing him. The guy wasn't stupid; he'd taken to the tall buildings, scaled them somehow in order to give himself a better vantage point. But what's 'leaping tall buildings' to 'actually flying'?  In a couple of wingbeats, Alastor joined the stranger and took a precarious perch on the ledge of the structure. He gave the kid a once-over, took note of his messy white hair, the toned build, et cetera. Enough to mistake him for a Sparda, except for the violet eyes.  ... Yep. His eyes are the only thing good about him. And such a quality earned the young man only one point with Alastor. One. "Explain what business you've got with me in fifteen words or less. Starting... now."

[xdevilbrought]

Well, you've got that funky arm, see? Not that he doesn't have his own set of tricks up his sleeve, but he's never actually *seen* an arm like that before. You don't seem like a particularly unreasonable guy, though. Kinda touchy, maybe. Perhaps a little rough around the edges, but... what the hell? Heads up, he's comin' down. Aaaand /THUD/ - juuuust behind you. Grin. "... hi."

… Sneaky bastard.  Nero’s not impressed by your fancy appearing act, okay?! … Wow, appearances, though.  Just…

Nero swears to god, if this guy says his name is fucking Dante —

“… – hey.”

And it’s obvious he’s trying to take it all in.  “Was that necessary?”

[xdevilbrought]

"Well, I wouldn't wanna insult you." And nah, not disappointed. Hey, it's a nice voice. As voices go. Sounds like you could probably sing kids to sleep. In a soft, kinda raspy way. Yeah. He's life-building again. You probably don't spend a lotta time around kids, though. Just a feeling. "Hey, your name's not Esteban, by any chance, is it?" Worth a shot.

“Nice of you to take my feelings into consideration.”  … Nero says to the mysterious voice in the fucking rooftops.  

Esteban, though.

“… Uh.  What the fuck—? … Not even close, buddy.”  Jesus christ, he can’t be serious.  That’s new.  Still better than ‘Dante’, he guesses.  Seven times better than ‘Vergil’.  ”Why don’t you come down and say ‘hi’?”

[xdevilbrought]

Oh hey, you're good. Usually takes people hours. Sharp. Honed. Like a cat. He likes that. "Your voice is kinda deeper than I'd imagined." The words come from somewhere overhead - rooftop-hopping is something of a speciality. Because, yeah, he'd been making up your life-story in his own head to pass the time. Right now, you're name's Esteban, by the way.

… Nero’s voice suits him just fine, the hell is that all about…  Punk.

He squints up above himself at those rooftops, trying to pick up a flicker of movement or something.  “… Disappointed—?” … C’mon, where are you?  Don’t make Nero come up there.

[xdevilbrought]

Wooo. He's not been tailing you. Nope. And definitely not because of your snazzy arm, there. No. Actually, if he *had* been tailing you at all, it would have been for that handsome mop of white hair. Hey, buddy. Snap!

That makes you the oddball of all the stalkers he’s ever had, y’know.  But Nero doesn’t play favorites.  He was bound to notice eventually.  Whether you had a hand in it or not.

“— Alright, what’s the deal?”