#ask1259

Pronto watched the wings of the man turn into arms with a detached sense of fascination. Detached, because he would have wanted to see that again (I mean come on, it was pretty cool) except for the fact that the feathery arms were attached to a bleeding, beat-up person who seemed just a little bit out of it, judging by the slightly dazed expression on his face as Pronto had spoken. He was already swaying on his feet from their unexpected collision, and Pronto wasn’t sure if he ought to reach out and steady him or not.

Ow. Fortunately for the kid (or maybe it was more fortunate for the thief, seeing his state), Vegas was too dazed to react like he would normally -- using force to get what he wanted. Instead he just stared at the hand that now gripped his own, the tightness of the hold numbly surprising. He blinked sluggishly, his arm falling limply at his side when it was released, and swayed in place for a few moments as he looked up toward the direction the boy specified.