A few minutes earlier, Neku had been trudging his way back to his father's apartment, hood up and hands fisted in the pocket of his sweatshirt. Despite his best efforts to focus on something else, his mind a veritable typhoon of confused thoughts and snarled emotions as he tries to stop berating himself for the events of earlier in the day.
What the hell was he thinking? He hadn't wanted to get involved with the whole Jurassic Park freak-show in the first place; he'd just happened to be walking by at the time and then all of a sudden everything went to shit and he'd fully intended to just KEEP ON WALKING.... and then he'd acted on ONE impulse and the next thing he knew he was getting scuffed up and clawed by dinosaurs. Isn't that exactly why he decided against using his powers? How the hell is he going to explain this to his dad (if even bothers to ask), he's got scrapes on his legs and face and his left arm has fucking bite marks on it....
Stupid. Stupid stupid stupid. He's no hero and he doesn't know why some tiny part of him tried so damn hard to prove otherwise. He's not even remotely responsible for anyone else in this damn city, he expects nothing from them and they should expect nothing from him in return, that's the most basic rule and he went and fucking broke it. And then there was that girl--
Hold up.
As he cuts a right down a back alley (which is his usual method for getting home since it provides at least some relief from the obnoxious crowds), the hair on the back of his neck practically stands on end and he suddenly feels a prickle of anxiety, acutely aware of the sensation that he's being... followed? If that's the case how did he not pick up on a vibe- and that's when he realizes that there is no vibe and now he's really spooked. He does his best not to show his awareness of the situation though; a childhood of running around some of the more unsavory streets of LA unattended has taught him how to at least outwardly keep his cool in such a situation.
He keeps up the same pace for a few more feet, and then all at once whirls around, posture tense and defensive, ready to fight off an assailant if necessary, and then he realizes that his stalker is actually what appears to be an utter ponce. What?
His eyes widen in surprise just for a hair of a second before he resumes staring daggers at individual across from him. The guy might not look like much, but Neku is mindful of the fact that he also saw a girl half his size summon massive hell birds from another plane of existence just earlier today so he's definitely not about to count this kid out as a potential threat. Ignoring the ominous feeling in his gut he queries brusquely: "Can I help you with something??"
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What the hell was he thinking? He hadn't wanted to get involved with the whole Jurassic Park freak-show in the first place; he'd just happened to be walking by at the time and then all of a sudden everything went to shit and he'd fully intended to just KEEP ON WALKING.... and then he'd acted on ONE impulse and the next thing he knew he was getting scuffed up and clawed by dinosaurs. Isn't that exactly why he decided against using his powers? How the hell is he going to explain this to his dad (if even bothers to ask), he's got scrapes on his legs and face and his left arm has fucking bite marks on it....
Stupid. Stupid stupid stupid. He's no hero and he doesn't know why some tiny part of him tried so damn hard to prove otherwise. He's not even remotely responsible for anyone else in this damn city, he expects nothing from them and they should expect nothing from him in return, that's the most basic rule and he went and fucking broke it. And then there was that girl--
Hold up.
As he cuts a right down a back alley (which is his usual method for getting home since it provides at least some relief from the obnoxious crowds), the hair on the back of his neck practically stands on end and he suddenly feels a prickle of anxiety, acutely aware of the sensation that he's being... followed? If that's the case how did he not pick up on a vibe- and that's when he realizes that there is no vibe and now he's really spooked. He does his best not to show his awareness of the situation though; a childhood of running around some of the more unsavory streets of LA unattended has taught him how to at least outwardly keep his cool in such a situation.
He keeps up the same pace for a few more feet, and then all at once whirls around, posture tense and defensive, ready to fight off an assailant if necessary, and then he realizes that his stalker is actually what appears to be an utter ponce. What?
His eyes widen in surprise just for a hair of a second before he resumes staring daggers at individual across from him. The guy might not look like much, but Neku is mindful of the fact that he also saw a girl half his size summon massive hell birds from another plane of existence just earlier today so he's definitely not about to count this kid out as a potential threat. Ignoring the ominous feeling in his gut he queries brusquely: "Can I help you with something??"