“Perdonatemi straneiro–pardon stranger–but my time is rather limited; I must be on my leave.”
Jas did not even take the time to look up at the presence beside him. Tired and irritable, the red haired soul needed to be in Rome for tonight, finishing his business in Viena before the venture. However, a quick glance made his orbs go black. As if he had seen the devil himself, Jas stopped in his tracks, an eerie look forming along his face. This being–for such darkness could not come from a human–gave Jas a feeling similar to that of the hitmen, only more surreal.
“Who are you; more importantly, what business do you have in Italia?”
“you can just say that i’m a friend. one, that just happened to be in the area, and decided to enjoy themselves.”
the reality, however, was a stark contrast; friend was not something ky was ever called. at least to many – usually nuisance was the best explanation for what he was. not that petty titles mattered to him. maybe once, but not anymore – not when he fully well knew that such matters were below him.
“I’m going to assume that’s a problem, isn’t it?” a pause. “at least for you.”