#myviolincries

      I assume you need something?

Greg froze, searching the face of the boy for some recognition or explanation. "No, it's alright," he said with a slight smile, "though I'm not sure who you mistook me as, I don't resemble many people." He shrugged, looking the boy over, "Right, well, I guess I'll be going, unless there was anything you needed?" he asked, uncertain as to how exactly he should proceed in the situation.

"I just-" He sighed lightly, leaning back in his chair. "It isn't that I don't believe you, but I have to ask very serious question to get to the bottom of everything, so I need you to slow down and talk to me more clearly. I'm here to help."

[text] I would have gotten it myself, but since you were already out, I just thought it would be just a minor detour.

Anthea looked up from the file she was holding and offered the newcomer a small smile. "Hello. Can I help you?"

Slinking along the loft that looked out over the floor carefully, J tried to pinpoint the source of the noise. There had been a noise. A clatter. Something that meant someone was here. His heart beat fast, and he struggled to swallow, trying to calm down a little. If he freaked out too much, he'd just freeze up and wouldn't even be able to run if he needed to. He had pulled the metal pipe he kept in his satchel out and held it out in front of him like a weapon, and he shook very slightly. He silently walked down the stairs and crept around, looking for the source of the noise. Turning the corner, he finally came upon a figure and he made a small utterance of surprise, jumping back. "H-hey, wh-what do you want? This place is already taken."

"You look strangely familiar..."