â look, i dunno what your deal is for beinâ here, but i donât need you following me. youâll only slow me down. â  HE COARSELY MUTTERS AT  the companion with whom he ran with all this time as gloved palm rubbed against very own loin. of course, he wasnât going to reveal his reason for getting stuck in a joint yet again -  how long until the man behind his own resurrection grows tired  &  disposes the deceased ?  -  but that didnât mean curiosity wasnât looming in the back of his head âbout this guyâs presence  ( who wasnât one of those damn villagers, thank god ).
hollow, dead icy eyes look over the other as they squint. judging by the manâs appearance, alone, there seems to be quite an important reason for him to roam these lands. what could it be was beyond his calculations. taking his time in wrapping a bloody gash on forearm, the younger male hops back to his feet & turns back to look at the other who offers a smile then following words to which steve responds with his tongue quietly clicking.  â  something tells me you donât even need someone checkinâ on you. donât go relying on people that much, dude. theyâll just wind up disappointing you. â he points out before pausing to reload his lugers. heâs pondering for a brief moment before numb fingers begun twirling them.  â my nameâs steve. iâm guessing youâre not a member of this crazy cult. â   //  @vakthundââ , continued
