Dabbing her tongue onto her finger pads to clean herself of the red blotches that stained her the tips, she hummed thoughtfully to herself as she locked up the shop for the night. The previous pie was a tad too bitter for her taste, she mused, heels clicking against the stoned sidewalk as she walked through the thicket and onto the streets. Her soft hues widened briefly as she perked up to the voice, flicking her attention to the source before settling down at the male. “Oh hello, what’s a guy like you doin’ out so late, hm? It must be past your bed time.”
People’s reactions were always curious—sometimes even, the lack of them could be. Thus is was that he followed the movements of the female without a pause, seeing the widening of her eyes and the way she collected herself. Rather quickly, he noticed, too. But what caught his focus the most was the words she spoke to him, making for a brief second of pause in his mind, before he let out a soft laugh. “Bed time?” he repeated, a grin dancing over his lips. “Those stopped applying to me a long time ago”, he smoothly admitted, before cocking his head to the side. “What about you, miss? When is your curfew?”
