#road01

Girls would ask him to dance, and he would comply. When they realized they wanted more, Guren was on to the next lay of the night. They would try to butter him up with compliments and needy words, but Guren would always politely decline.

This made him confident, for whatever reason. So much so he would be the one to ask this time.

“Excuse me, miss, would you like to dance?”

✘ { A bit like an animal.

Him resembling one, that is. That shouldn't really surprise anybody, as seeing as the aftermath of a psychotic break wouldn't leave him in the same, half-sane state he usually was after a few hours. He hadn't even bothered to change clothes, one sleeve completely crusted in blood while more stained the yellow covering his chest, only going as far as to wipe his face clean. Volatile and armed, he moved weaved his way around, the sounds of crackling fire still remaining in his eardrums. 

Annoying. Irritating. All these people where they didn't belong, in his territory, where he was leader. As stupid as they were bold, apparently. One person starting trouble had already pushed him over the edge, and he'd stay there for at least until this ended. Which was why, when he laid eyes on the girl intruding without seemingly a care in the world, he didn't bother to wait. }

Ah.

✘ { He intercepts her path, smiling down with hands, and weapon, behind his back. }