There’s nothing in Chas’ body language to imply that he’s ready to compromise with whatever it is this guy wants. He stands firm in his spot on the sidewalk, body squared, like he’s ready to fight should he need to.
“It’s a bloody problem now. Y’ gonna tell me why the ‘ell you’ve been followin’ me?”
“Could, but won’t.”
Rather, Ky didn’t believe that it was necessary. Not for the moment, but maybe later on he would reveal his true intentions. For now, this was just a simple talk. A talk, that he hoped would lead him to what he really wanted.
“So, let’s start with introductions, shall we? I’m Ky’lar.”
Chas isn’t necessarily fearing for his life; he’s been targeted for a number of things in his day ( and thanks to a special kind of bastard, he finds himself in more shite than he’d like to ) but where there should be concern for the reason he’s being followed, his anger is quickly taking the lead. He can’t head home on the chance that he’ll endanger his family, so he’s trudged along six blocks in the wrong direction until he finally slows to a stop, turning.
“—Ye got a fuckin’ problem, mate?”
“Besides the fact I’ve followed you for…”he actually had to remember how many blocks it was. “More than five – maybe ten or so.” Ky didn’t really care about how long it was, but he also couldn’t resist poking Chas about it. “I would have thought you’d caught on before the second block.” Or maybe that was his own vanity talking.
“But to answer your question? No, I don’t have a problem, but that could change.”
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