"Hello there, again-! How are thing holding up? And I apologize for our erm, awkward first meeting." A certain black-swanfolk man says to Soot.
Oh, it was them again wasn't it? The young tiefling sunk down further into his cloak, and pulled it around him. He was mostly trying not to be noticed by others. Not so much hiding from Tonelo himself, it was just---difficult being a demon spawn in the big city. People just blamed him for bad luck and ill fortune when he so rarely had anything to do with it.
But he didn't turn away or make an attempt to disappear, he just slowed his pace so the other could catch up.
" Eh, ain't exactly yer fault now was it? We both had a pint to many... best not to think about it. I'm more surprised ta' see ya actively seeking me out..."
He admitted hands sliding into his pockets as his claws made a soft clicking against the stone road.
" An i ain't been run out of town so that's good--- finding work though... that's been a struggle..."
