▐ run, run, as fast as you can.▐

“Relax, mate.” Klaus shrugged his shoulders as if seeing a body on the ground didn’t bother him in the slightest. (It didn’t.) He knelt down beside the man, feeling around for a pulse before his enhanced hearing picked up the faintest trace of a heartbeat. He was still alive…barely. “Good news is you didn’t kill him. Bad news is he’s on his way out though. Two choices…I can heal him and you can owe me, or you can toss him in the river and hope no one finds the body.”

Ultimatums were bad things; Kieren knew that and he knew enough about them and the English language to realize that’s what it was. And maybe he should have let the other die but he’s got enough blood on his hands. He came to Earth to have a NEW life, not to continue stuff like this. He’d just been frightened, he hadn’t meant it. "Heal.” Because that sounded like the better option; it was like saving, right? He’d deal with whatever consequences came when necessary.

starter call!

          He was staring in awe at her hair -- never had he seen hair so BEAUTIFUL. Green eyes were wide with admiration as he shuffled probably a little too close, just barely able to resist the urge to reach out and start petting it.

As someone who dealt with Malkavians on a basis almost too regular for his liking, he had to assess the situation. Grabbing the guy and removing him was out of the question, for all he knew was that the red headed individual could lash out and cause all kinds of trouble.

A breath was taken to calm himself down. A step was taken to the back of his truck and he exhaled. “I’m gonna ask you nicely one more time to step away from my truck. Then I’ll have to call the cops and they can remove you. That seem fair?”