A flicker of movement high above the pavement and a glimpse of red don't make for a breathtaking picture in the clouded-over night, but it's amazing what a few snatches of hearsay can fill in for the eyes of a teenage boy. If the mutterings elsewhere in a market square this morning about a break-in somewhere-or-other had retreated from the forefront of Yosuke's mind by now, they've elbowed their way back in the half second it takes him to wrench his scratched headphones down and look up. A... cat burglar? An honest to god cat burglar, in a place like this? Seriously?
Probably not seriously, his battered common sense hastens to remind him. No, suspension of disbelief is one thing, complete and utter lack of practicality is another. Those streaks of red don't belong on the face of anyone who legitimately doesn't want to get noticed. And then there's the way they were moving, more in a wave than in strides. Somebody's trying to show off... ugh, but that's even less plausible at this time of night, when basically the only light to see by is -
- the eyes. Gleaming eyes, a mask, a pitch-black body that flows.
"Hey...!"
Yosuke's common sense isn't fast enough to cut that unfounded connection as soon as he draws it. His curiosity is. Heedless for now of the rest of the street, he bursts into a sprint along the foot of the wall before the dark shape can vanish from his sight entirely. A voice in the back of his head, almost unheard over the pounding of his unsubtle feet, murmurs as he runs: well, why can't this time be it?
first week-ish of the month, after the rumours get going?
Probably not seriously, his battered common sense hastens to remind him. No, suspension of disbelief is one thing, complete and utter lack of practicality is another. Those streaks of red don't belong on the face of anyone who legitimately doesn't want to get noticed. And then there's the way they were moving, more in a wave than in strides. Somebody's trying to show off... ugh, but that's even less plausible at this time of night, when basically the only light to see by is -
- the eyes. Gleaming eyes, a mask, a pitch-black body that flows.
"Hey...!"
Yosuke's common sense isn't fast enough to cut that unfounded connection as soon as he draws it. His curiosity is. Heedless for now of the rest of the street, he bursts into a sprint along the foot of the wall before the dark shape can vanish from his sight entirely. A voice in the back of his head, almost unheard over the pounding of his unsubtle feet, murmurs as he runs: well, why can't this time be it?