@zettaration
Joshua’s luck had to run out eventually.
A feeling falls over him, a chill running up his spine. He pauses in his tracks, eyebrows furrowing briefly while he fiddles with earmuffs. Joshua turns his attention forward, eyes falling on a particular figure some distance away. He’s not far enough to obscure his identity, a fact which leads to a revelation he doesn’t wish to have.
Sho’s approaching. There’s a gun dangling in his hands.
( Joshua, for what it’s worth, tries to formulate an idea for how to deal with a confrontation. )
… If that’s what it comes to. He slips his earmuffs around his neck, shifting his hat and shoving his hands into his pockets. If he can manage to simply avoid Sho until he has time to plan his way about Eidolon - or, better yet, get some power back - then he should do fine.
A breath in and he ducks his head enough to partially hide his face, walking fast to move past Sho.
( How unfortunate the man’s in the way of a safe trip back to his Bunkhouse. )
