[ The strange double-voice continues, and like the purple light surrounding Shiro's hand, a flash of yellow sparks against the dimly lit alley. It fades just as fast, but remains lit in Aoba's eyes. Weren't they plainer before? Hazel?
Finally the stranger lets go, but it's reluctant. He stares at them both like he knows - something is off, something is up, he's not acting of his own will and these two aren't right. And like before, he's not afraid to voice it. Just what the hell are you two?
[ It's the safest route he can think of taking, in the spur of the moment. Make him walk away and forget, so no alarms are raised that could lead anyone back to the Nest. To Aoba's relief, it continues to work - the man turns to leave, but with an expression of angry confusion. Why, why is he listening, he could take these guys! But then, as he gets further away and rejoins the more crowded streets... what was he so mad about again? What had he been doing...?
Back in the alley, Aoba releases a breath he didn't know he'd been holding. He places one hand against the dirty concrete wall to keep himself standing as his nerves and powers come back down. His eyes fade back to their natural hazel as he tilts his head to look up at Shiro, the yellow light in them dying down. ]
Thank you...
[ He's trying to smile for him, but... he was more shaken than he realized. Probably because of Scrap, but still.
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[ The strange double-voice continues, and like the purple light surrounding Shiro's hand, a flash of yellow sparks against the dimly lit alley. It fades just as fast, but remains lit in Aoba's eyes. Weren't they plainer before? Hazel?
Finally the stranger lets go, but it's reluctant. He stares at them both like he knows - something is off, something is up, he's not acting of his own will and these two aren't right. And like before, he's not afraid to voice it. Just what the hell are you two?
Aoba doesn't give him the chance at an answer. ]
L͞ęave͟ ̨us ҉a̴nd ̀for̴ge͠t́ o͞u͘r fa͢ćeş. For͜g̢et͝ ̷th̨i͝s ͞ever ̷h͝a̡p̡p͘e̡ne̛d.
[ It's the safest route he can think of taking, in the spur of the moment. Make him walk away and forget, so no alarms are raised that could lead anyone back to the Nest. To Aoba's relief, it continues to work - the man turns to leave, but with an expression of angry confusion. Why, why is he listening, he could take these guys! But then, as he gets further away and rejoins the more crowded streets... what was he so mad about again? What had he been doing...?
Back in the alley, Aoba releases a breath he didn't know he'd been holding. He places one hand against the dirty concrete wall to keep himself standing as his nerves and powers come back down. His eyes fade back to their natural hazel as he tilts his head to look up at Shiro, the yellow light in them dying down. ]
Thank you...
[ He's trying to smile for him, but... he was more shaken than he realized. Probably because of Scrap, but still.
That was close. ]