#simplicitatem

              ( Optic's are sharp in such a harsh gaze;                  his  movement's  quick  as  he  shifted                  along  side his cane;  his lips pursed in                  annoyance  as  he  growled;  Crimson                  hues flicker about as though searching;                  which  in  fact  is  the  albino's  current                  mission;  a  low  groan  &&  he  raised                  delicate finger  tips  to his  forehead in                  a  soothing  motion.  He  grumbles  to                  himself. )

   Hands were held up in front of his chest, and with a sudden jolt, his brown hair rose like like feathers on a frightened peacock. He wasn't quite sure what the girl's intentions were, but after noticing the knife and the way she stared at him, he couldn't help but feel like this may have been the end.

   That or he was just overreacting and throwing the situation way out of proportion.