Ichabod was sure he was about the get roughed up, and badly too. Not matter how he tried to apologize, offer anything he could. It wasn’t good enough. Nor would he or the other allow himself to run. The ghoul didn’t think he could, even if he were allowed too.
Eyes would widen at the sudden spark of flames, his body freezing up in the confusion as he stared dumbfounded. If not terrified. Was he gonna burst into flames to? Unsure where to go, he took an uncertain step back, only to jump at someone talking to him. Startled over words.
Snapping his attention to the stranger, tears were falling down his cheek, tail tucked between shaking legs. Ah. He was very tall… Averting his gaze he fidgeted anxiously. What did this one want?
━ “ Oh- Wh- But I didn’t… I mean… I couldn’t have done that… I’m sorry… ”
“Oh don’t fret,” the master chuckled, “That was I who ignited the flame on that man’s shoulder. He seemed to be giving you a hard time. I didn’t exactly want to show myself, so I helped from afar,” Grimm explained himself.
The poor guy seemed shaken up and scared. His eyes adverted from his red ones and seemed to be fidgeting. The circus master offered his armored hand to the stranger. “My name is Grimm, I am just a simple traveler at the moment. What is it they call you, new friend?” the male asked.