Yosuke wouldn't describe himself as a nosy person. Okay, so other people had. And okay, even if he'd been able to muster all of his usual energy today, he'd be hard pressed to honestly argue the opposite. But anyone would have stopped, he'd have thought, if they overheard a voice that small and high-pitched from a dark alley mouth that didn't fit it in the slightest. Anyone, probably, would have called out the instant their brain picked up on the nervous edge to the other unfamiliar voice close by, long before the actual words, long before they had a moment to think. Anyone would have pressed themselves against the wall, squinting in the too-bright sunlight as they peered around the corner. Anyone in his position would have caught the metallic gleam off the barrel of the gun, still wavering a little but not nearly enough, and opposite it another glint off the side of the least practical looking sword Yosuke had ever seen. Anyone could have joined the dots right there, between the girl in the shadows and the kedan. It just happened to be him.
"...More of these guys?" he muttered aloud, no more than a mutter under the weight of the scene. That would be a no, huh.
But it would be a shame to stop the line there, now that Yosuke's mind was racing. It could stand to stretch further: past the sinking feeling he'd had half an hour ago when he'd finally realised what was missing and hurried in vain to retrace his steps, past all the glares and the elbowings he'd had to contend with since day one of being dumped at the gates of this town, back a few months to the last person he remembered pointing a gun within spitting distance of his face, further and further back into a locked, dusty interrogation room and scenes that for all his posturing since then, he would never have been able to see...
Well, never mind the minor details. This time, he was here, and like hell he was about to let this girl go the same way. At his side, his fist clenched - and floating in front of it, something else gleamed, gleamed a vivid blue where only air had been a second ago.
"Hey, you!" he snapped, rounding on the two strangers. Unarmed and unimposing, he wouldn't cut an impressive silhouette at the end of the alleyway, but within a few steps - steps, not lurches, that was important - it wouldn't matter. "I don't know what you think you're doing, but put the gun down, now!"
slams in here!
Yosuke wouldn't describe himself as a nosy person. Okay, so other people had. And okay, even if he'd been able to muster all of his usual energy today, he'd be hard pressed to honestly argue the opposite. But anyone would have stopped, he'd have thought, if they overheard a voice that small and high-pitched from a dark alley mouth that didn't fit it in the slightest. Anyone, probably, would have called out the instant their brain picked up on the nervous edge to the other unfamiliar voice close by, long before the actual words, long before they had a moment to think. Anyone would have pressed themselves against the wall, squinting in the too-bright sunlight as they peered around the corner. Anyone in his position would have caught the metallic gleam off the barrel of the gun, still wavering a little but not nearly enough, and opposite it another glint off the side of the least practical looking sword Yosuke had ever seen. Anyone could have joined the dots right there, between the girl in the shadows and the kedan. It just happened to be him.
"...More of these guys?" he muttered aloud, no more than a mutter under the weight of the scene. That would be a no, huh.
But it would be a shame to stop the line there, now that Yosuke's mind was racing. It could stand to stretch further: past the sinking feeling he'd had half an hour ago when he'd finally realised what was missing and hurried in vain to retrace his steps, past all the glares and the elbowings he'd had to contend with since day one of being dumped at the gates of this town, back a few months to the last person he remembered pointing a gun within spitting distance of his face, further and further back into a locked, dusty interrogation room and scenes that for all his posturing since then, he would never have been able to see...
Well, never mind the minor details. This time, he was here, and like hell he was about to let this girl go the same way. At his side, his fist clenched - and floating in front of it, something else gleamed, gleamed a vivid blue where only air had been a second ago.
"Hey, you!" he snapped, rounding on the two strangers. Unarmed and unimposing, he wouldn't cut an impressive silhouette at the end of the alleyway, but within a few steps - steps, not lurches, that was important - it wouldn't matter. "I don't know what you think you're doing, but put the gun down, now!"