Chanyeol hadn’t been paying much attention as he walked along, one earbud in, with the other dangling over his shoulder. A pretty quiet night, all the more suited for a walk. He was caught off guard when someone spoke after he’d passed by a bench, so he stopped, and glanced over his shoulder with a polite smile. He barely noticed the stranger had begun speaking in English. “Just me, sorry if I disturbed you,” he returned, with a friendly wave.
Lean muscles slowly relaxed as he made them so, even if his senses stirred a sense of hunger somewhere within his being. But it was a hunger shackled with chains and locked carefully for now, so he gave a disarming smile to the man he had managed to stop in his tracks. “Oh, it’s okay”, he offered, before letting black, worn boots take him one, and two, and three steps closer. “You haven’t happened to see another man around here, though? Kind of tall, freakishly pale, looks like he’s about to run over you with towtruck if you cross him…?” he trailed off questioningly, head tilting to the side as he watched the stranger intently.