How...Annoying.

  "I-I..I c-can`t..I h-have a t-thing w-with my e-eyes.." Mary said looking to the ground. "A-A p-problem.." She muttered. Her eyes trying to look around for someone else from him to play a ‘game’ with him. 

« ? » He looked at her and studied her actions momentarily. Before pulling away and offering a more kind smile. "No? Then I win by default." He would say. "Your name, Miss?" Cres took a step back and looked down at the...rather short girl. "I did win by forfeit after all!~" What...a trickster.

« ? »  "Yes!~ A game!~" He cooed. Cres's grey eyes captured the girl shrinking back, and he himself took another step back. "Any kind of game shall do? How about...A game of tag?" He asked, giving the girl a polite smile. "Of course...our own version of tag." A sly grin crawled on his features again. 

        It had taken time to get used to not having the male around, but he’d somehow managed to survive on his own. Not quite accepting that he was gone, but just that he wasn’t there right then. He’d come back, he promised, after all. The neko had to believe in that. 

           « ? »   And so it was. Cres had been waiting patiently in the cold, eyes facing the sky as snow came crawling down to the earth, covering the world in a blanket of white. Thoughts came and left, but were all drawn from a singular thought. Mikio. Did he get the letter? Was it the right address? What if he did and never came? That...He would be okay with that. After waiting patiently for so long after he left, twice in fact. Who would wait for...someone like him? The thought...made him terribly...distressed.

  ‘Who’s that. It looks like that gay long-haired boy from that anime… D. Gray-man? Oh no wait— that’s Kanda-’

    « ? » "Any kind of game you want." He replied. "The game can be about anything, anyone, hell, let's make up the rules as we go!" He lifted his arms and spun around, obviously excited.

|Open|

« ? » As usual, like any other day. Cres has been out and about, wandering around from shop to shop, looking at the latest products. Well, it was a habit of his, and today he was at a coffee shop, and the newest product was a raspberry muffin. It looked delectable, unfortunately, he didn't care for certain sweets. On his way out a small petite girl had ran into him, with his cat-like reflexes the majority of the coffee was on the floor, however, it didn't miss his sleeve. Blinking he sighed lightly...he was getting out of shape. Oh well. "No. It's fine." With a swift hand movement the napkin was lightly tugged out of her grasp and his sleeve was saved--sorta. "Well...Should I buy you a new coffee?" He smiled politely.

  Shiro looked over towards Cres as he felt him tap his shoulder, giving him a nod. “Thanks…there’s just a higher risk of me running into people who are out to…hurt me.” He could put it that way. Actually they want to do more then just hurt him.

    « ? » He gave a grin and slowly, both hands gently guided the man out of the crowd, a couple of streets down into a quieter place. A park, it seemed. With the air silent besides the whispers of traffic and the loud chirps in the deserted area. "Soooo? How is this? Feelin' better...? Or do you need a brave knight to protect you?" Chivalry won't get him nowhere. 

   « ? » He listened with a smile at his lips. "Ohohoho!~" Chiming happily he gave the man another large impetuous grin. "Meeting people, befriending them! How nice, don't you thiiink?~" With a hop forward, he turned and spun on his heels, facing the man whilst walking backwards. "So, what shall we do? It's like we have this whoooole--" He gestured and spun on his heels to show the area around him, facing the man again, he finished. "City to ourselves, it seems like everyone is in a deep, deep, sleep! Don't you think that sounds like a fun idea? Doing anything we want without consequences? " What...does he even mean sometimes? 

  "A-A g-game?" She asked,the guy did seem pretty shady and he didn`t really look the safest either. "W-What kind o-of game?" Mary said holding onto her own small pale hands.

       « ? » He cocked his head towards the pale haired girl. Grey hues meeting her own vibrant red ones. "Why don't we play a game of cards? You know, anything would work, as long as you place a bet." Cres gave the female a small smile and a wink. "Of course. We could also play hide and seek, or tag. I'm up for anything." Wait-- Did he actually mean he wanted to play a game? What a child. For a moment he paused and raised his hand. "If I win...a staring contest, you will tell me your name, so? How about it?" 

    Now I’m gonna eat you, fool

      « ? » "Hey." Cres's voice called out. A stern look on his face. With a few long graceful strides, he was in front of the man who was rather focused on his book. "You." Grey optics stared down at the man. Cres looked rather blankly at Isaac. He waited until the man would give a reply of his attention being caught.