It seemed that no matter how hard he tried to avoid the less favourable parts of Hive City, Garry always found himself in a spot of bother. Whilst simply looking around he’d walked into a group of men, and straight into trouble. They seemed to take personal offence that he’d passed near them, and just as things began to get rather heated, he took off without so much as a word.

Which lead to where he was now, fleeing from those who’d threatened him.

Casting a fearful glance over his shoulder, dark eyes searched for any sights that he was being followed, still running at a swift pace as he did so.

Which definitely was not the smartest decision that he’d made that day.

Catching his foot on an uneven spot on the ground, Garry went reeling, a yelp accompanying his fall. Oh dear, this was definitely going to cause some harm...! Blindly he flailed, trying to put his arms up in an attempt to catch himself.

Yet he was not met with the cold harsh ground, but instead with warm, and in the moment, surprisingly welcome arms. Whilst he initially stumbled, he rapidly even found himself supported. Had... had someone just caught him? Now that was certainly a feat, for one he wasn’t especially short, nor was he exactly planning on tripping. Yet here he was. Not that he wasn’t thankful, after all, he’d take the embarrassment of being in a stranger’s arms over potentially cracking his skull open any day.

In a daze the lavender hair male blinked, finally venturing to look up at the other. Opening his mouth to go and thank them, he stopped dead in his tracks, caught off guard by the stranger’s appearance. Clad in crimson, with blond bangs covering his eyes, he looked as much a picture of trouble as those he’d narrowly missed a run in with...! Swallowing nervously he stood there, being held, not saying a single word.