ext_260359 ([identity profile] deadly-velvet.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] paixaorpg 2006-06-17 01:50 am (UTC)

[Sorry for the late reply. ;-;!]

The abundance of mundane items were dropped to the ground as he'd been walked into, and he took a step back in order to regain the sliver of balance he'd managed to lose upon impact.

Oh, now why was it people here couldn't just play nice...? Were people getting in his way going to be a constant problem, or- Oh, she was apologizing. The half-irritated expression that had taken over the features of his face began to soften, and he took a moment to look the girl over, then down at the pile of junk at his feet. "You're short enough not to miss anyone," he commented dryly as he kneeled to pick his own rectangular... thing from the ground, then straightened himself up. "Are these things-" he shook the object around carelessly, leaning down and toward her slightly to look her in the eyes, "really so interesting you can't pay attention to anything else?"

Pause. Wait.

...Chit-chat could come later. Right now, he needed to focus on important matters, matters that didn't include teasing strangers and picking pamphlets and other such things off the ground.

"Have you seen anyone else with silver hair? Maybe a boy with shoulder-length hair? Eyes like mine? I need to find him. His name is Kadaj. Or-" He half-smiled. Apparently everything he did was done in halves. "A taller man with short hair? He might have been crying if you saw him."

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