Green ♣ Blue ♣ Orange [[Gale + Sebastian]]
((OOC: Outfit Ref))
He’d spotted the man – a brunette of average height yet gangly limbs, in standard Streiten fashions though somewhat worn, and definitely one of those awkward just-out-of-high-school youths who had the beginnings of scruff on his chin – in a coffee shop. In another story, it could’ve been the start of a sweetly cliché romance – er, if not for the other’s age – but not in this one. There was no real reason for him to have caught Gale’s eye – the young Zephyr user had just been staring into space, enjoying the last sips of his drink in the late afternoon. The man had been sitting with a woman – well, more of a lady in her late teens – and chatting quietly with several empty tables between them and Gale. The woman slid something across the table to him, and he pocketed it. The woman left, citing something about trigonometry homework, and for a moment Gale – almost – pitied the now solitary man. Couldn’t even entertain a date well enough to keep her away from math, of all things.
From the corner of his eye he watched the man, now quiet and nervously pulling at an uncomfortably tight watch around his wrist. He looked around, but then Gale had his eyes cast forlornly downwards at his now empty cup, and quickly and carefully pulled back his sleeve to loosen the watch. But of course, it wasn’t a watch, and he wasn’t as careful as he thought, because Gale caught sight of the black band and its bright orange markings.
He’d followed the man for a while (eight and a half minutes, to be exact) and idled at all the right times and stayed at the perfect distance away (or at least he thought so, if his Freelancer-stalking skills weren’t rusty) when the man took a sharp turn down an alley and Gale knew that he’d been caught. So hey, he may as well commit, right? And if the naïve kid thought ‘confrontation away from the public’ was a smart thing to do…well, fine.
And sure enough, out of sight from the street, the man stopped suddenly and turned to face him. Idly, Gale noted the pocket knife in his hand and knuckles white, and the blond took a half a step back with his hands raised in front of him.
“Okay, before you do anything,” Gale said, cutting off the younger male’s obvious ‘who are you and what do you want’ question, “I’d just like to point out you’re probably under arrest for, I don’t know, plotting treason. And if you try to stab me, you’d definitely be under arrest. So you can either come with me calmly…” He grinned. “Or I can take a pipe to your head and call it a day. I mean, it’s up to you!”
