My, my… So long as you two keep your killing to another time, yes?
[ Sebastian laughs out the words with a smile. Tense indeed, though of course he doesn’t actually care. Even if they did play out their grudge today, it’s none of his business so long as it doesn’t interfere with the work at hand. He stands and pulls up the hood of his jacket. As prim and proper as he is, he truly hates the way Kowloon just constantly, uh, drips when in its alleys. It’s best not to think about what’s dripping either…
But as they go their separate ways to make their capture an easier effort, Sebastian does indeed keep an eye on them both. It’s made easier by this particular district being a quieter one, and so he can see why this was picked as hunting grounds. Once he’s quite sure that he’s alone, his form becomes indistinct as the shadows that he’s made of unravel. They spill to the floor and largely disappear into the eaves and cracks of the dark, but he’s just shaped himself differently. A black rat with bright red eyes skitters down the alley to eventually tail M’s path. As he’d said, he wouldn’t be noticed.
And indeed, it’s because vermin hardly get a second glance in the city that he happens to spot their target first.
As M ducks into the alley, Sebastian is coming from an adjacent one. With silent footfalls, a lithe, hooded figure follows. It’s clear enough that they’re following M, and that’s plenty to assume that this is precisely who they’re looking for. Having M be bait was an excellent idea, as it turned out. It’s all the more certain as he stalks into the dark after him, because besides the eerie quiet of how he proceeds, Sebastian is able to see how his hand flexes to extend long, sharp claws from his hand that turn the skin a true, devilish red before he hides them casually in his hoodie. It seems as if he’s pretending to be casual as he follows, at least for now.
He waits, then trails after, though he sticks to where the wall and floor meet. ]
no subject
[ Sebastian laughs out the words with a smile. Tense indeed, though of course he doesn’t actually care. Even if they did play out their grudge today, it’s none of his business so long as it doesn’t interfere with the work at hand. He stands and pulls up the hood of his jacket. As prim and proper as he is, he truly hates the way Kowloon just constantly, uh, drips when in its alleys. It’s best not to think about what’s dripping either…
But as they go their separate ways to make their capture an easier effort, Sebastian does indeed keep an eye on them both. It’s made easier by this particular district being a quieter one, and so he can see why this was picked as hunting grounds. Once he’s quite sure that he’s alone, his form becomes indistinct as the shadows that he’s made of unravel. They spill to the floor and largely disappear into the eaves and cracks of the dark, but he’s just shaped himself differently. A black rat with bright red eyes skitters down the alley to eventually tail M’s path. As he’d said, he wouldn’t be noticed.
And indeed, it’s because vermin hardly get a second glance in the city that he happens to spot their target first.
As M ducks into the alley, Sebastian is coming from an adjacent one. With silent footfalls, a lithe, hooded figure follows. It’s clear enough that they’re following M, and that’s plenty to assume that this is precisely who they’re looking for. Having M be bait was an excellent idea, as it turned out. It’s all the more certain as he stalks into the dark after him, because besides the eerie quiet of how he proceeds, Sebastian is able to see how his hand flexes to extend long, sharp claws from his hand that turn the skin a true, devilish red before he hides them casually in his hoodie. It seems as if he’s pretending to be casual as he follows, at least for now.
He waits, then trails after, though he sticks to where the wall and floor meet. ]