I'm not a wolf in sheep's clothing

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APH | { Iron Wolf. } Lithuania.

When he heard what he could do, he gave a simple nod. “I can do that, I don’t mind to pay. If this is how I can make it up to you, then so be it.” he stated, standing up a bit straighter.

“Did the criminal smell that bad?” To expect to pick him up between smoke and cars and all that. Of course, Maarten was probably not helping much, standing there and having a smoke himself. 

“And he did smell...displeasing, but that actually helps me out a lot. It’s more distinct, since most people at least make an effort to smell somewhat nice.” he explained, wrinkling his nose at the smell of the man’s smoke. It did bother his nose, though he decided to let it go. “I suppose I’ll just have to go out and find him again tomorrow. It doesn’t look like he’ll be showing up anytime soon.” he mused. He turned to the taller man, and let out a sigh. “I’m really sorry for tackling you. Is there anything I can do to make it up to you? It had to have hurt a bit...?” he asked.

“Lithuania? I’ve never been there before.” He commented, taking a step back into the kitchen- it’d be a bit weird to just leave after introducing himself. “So… Why did you get invited or selected- I don’t know much about SCREEN, not yet at least.”

“It’s alright, it’s not a common country that people would know of.” he stated, grabbing a fork to pick at the food. “Hm? Ah, I was invited because of my abilities I was told. And, um, my history with them.” he explained. He held up a hand, showing the metal claws off from his knuckles for a few seconds, before putting them away with a wince.

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He let out a frustrated sigh, upset that he had blown this mission, and failed. “I’m sorry for tackling you to the ground, and thinking you were the guy  was looking for. I now realize that you’re way too tall to be the man I was chasing.” he stated, folding his arms in front of himself. He let out a sigh and went to go sit on the edge of the building, trying to think how he would have to word to SCREEN that he let the criminal get away.

“… You not going to chase him?” 

He stood up, sniffing the air a few times, seeming more focused than ever. "It just mostly smells like smoke and car, and that's not helpful to me at all...." he piped up again, though more talking to himself this time. Now he was starting to feel a little worried.

And by walk, what he truly meant was walking as far as the public could be with him, and then immediately using the rooftops so charitably provided by public engineering. “Where are you headed?” he inquired.

Now, he didn’t want to be weird about it, so he tried to think up an excuse. “There’s um...this really cool restaurant I’ve been meaning to try.” he stated, hoping that was good enough.

“Pets aren’t allowed on the train, right?

“I don’t think pets are allowed on the train...” he mused. Though, not wanting to be caught, he cleared his throat. “But, I’m sure that wouldn’t stop someone from trying to bring one on.” he stated.

“My name is Guang Sheng! Nice to meet you fellow hero!” He flashed a bright smile, did a quick peace sign and then extended his hand out. 

Toris took his hand, a bit shyly and gave a firm handshake, trying not to be too strong with it. “Toris Laurinaitis. I’m from Lithuania. It’s a pleasure to meet you too, Mr. Sheng.” he stated, trying to be polite. He didn’t know 

“Not too much foot traffic in a place like this.”

He let out a frustrated sigh, upset that he had blown this mission, and failed. “I’m sorry for tackling you to the ground, and thinking you were the guy  was looking for. I now realize that you’re way too tall to be the man I was chasing.” he stated, folding his arms in front of himself. He let out a sigh and went to go sit on the edge of the building, trying to think how he would have to word to SCREEN that he let the criminal get away.