[ An easy smile and sharp eyes, Rokurou's keen for the reaction his mark offers when he plucks the paper from the sky. That gaze narrows with hiked intensity, a new ripple of frustration with his own limits. Normally his eyesight is topnotch—especially at night. It isn't bad now but it isn't ... the same. What should be clear beads of sweat trickling down a flushed neck or the crinkle of a brow are too far to properly discern. Another lack, another wrong, something else taken from him without his knowledge or before he could even fight back. The daemon grinds his teeth for lack of anything to bite out of irritation.
At least the stranger is kind enough to close that distance. Rokurou's smile widens into a grin sharing teeth before he whistles in appreciation for that display of graceful skill, snapping out a hand to catch the balls of paper thrown back when the other man's feet find the roof like it isn't mere trash. ]
You don't like my messenger birds? I thought they were pretty clever.
[ Gaze softening, a golden eye lingers on that swoop of a pale neck before flicking back up. Even with the sudden dulling of his senses, his doodle? On point. The daemon gives himself a mental pat on the back for rendering such a good likeness.
Then he sends it flying over his shoulder. (Littering is bad, kids!) ]
I wanted to talk to you! You've been all over today, right?
[ He doesn't try to close the distance between them. Leaning to peer over the edge of the building, he eyes where the ball of paper may or may not have went flying with his careless toss. Not a soul passes by below. A perpetual state of almost and just missed that stirs the urge to chuck a few more things off the roof in annoyance. But like all things beneath his breastbone, it simmers and cools with another breath. ]
I noticed you a few times earlier. [ a trace of a scent here, a flicker of movement there, breadcrumbs triggering a scratch itch itch scratch itch demanding the taste of sᴛʀᴏɴɢ ᴘʀᴇʏ— ] You're pretty hardworking. What do you make of this place?
[ He straightens back up when returning his full attention to the other man. Smiling anew, the daemon finally takes a few steps closer while holding his hands up in deference. ]
—right. Rokurou Rangetsu, at your service. I just arrived here.
dr snakes strikes again
At least the stranger is kind enough to close that distance. Rokurou's smile widens into a grin sharing teeth before he whistles in appreciation for that display of graceful skill, snapping out a hand to catch the balls of paper thrown back when the other man's feet find the roof like it isn't mere trash. ]
You don't like my messenger birds? I thought they were pretty clever.
[ Gaze softening, a golden eye lingers on that swoop of a pale neck before flicking back up. Even with the sudden dulling of his senses, his doodle? On point. The daemon gives himself a mental pat on the back for rendering such a good likeness.
Then he sends it flying over his shoulder. (Littering is bad, kids!) ]
I wanted to talk to you! You've been all over today, right?
[ He doesn't try to close the distance between them. Leaning to peer over the edge of the building, he eyes where the ball of paper may or may not have went flying with his careless toss. Not a soul passes by below. A perpetual state of almost and just missed that stirs the urge to chuck a few more things off the roof in annoyance. But like all things beneath his breastbone, it simmers and cools with another breath. ]
I noticed you a few times earlier. [ a trace of a scent here, a flicker of movement there, breadcrumbs triggering a scratch itch itch scratch itch demanding the taste of sᴛʀᴏɴɢ ᴘʀᴇʏ— ] You're pretty hardworking. What do you make of this place?
[ He straightens back up when returning his full attention to the other man. Smiling anew, the daemon finally takes a few steps closer while holding his hands up in deference. ]
—right. Rokurou Rangetsu, at your service. I just arrived here.