❴ HAD HIS EYES ❵ still not been lingering upon the female in which their conversation had ensued, perhaps he could have reacted before the e c h o i n g strike caught onlookers attention, and delicate, soft fingers left the red mark upon his visage. Open mouthed, he stared, almost betrayed, down upon his prakem, eyes wildly flashing about - for they did not necessarily know where to look now - as the joore’s body flared with unsettled, burning nerves.
❝ Wha-…? I was just agreeing with you! ❞
She was shaking her head, rage simmering just beneath the surface. It was meant to be a test of loyalty, maybe on account of slight j e a l o u s y at the young woman with a softer angled face than she, a small nose and hair as fair as a princess, and not only that, but she was a sweating mess in her fitted sweatpants and sports bra jogging about the park, and yet he looked on.
”You’re an idiot, Al,” she spat and walked away.