A Puppet's Playground

[paladinpuppet]

An open rp post for Kuron! Prompts of all types welcome - just make sure to tag appropriately.

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[ghostdrives]

Even if its unseen, she frowns beneath her mask in turn. Not necessarily directed at him, but more at herself for almost attacking a literally un-armed man. Though with the way he uses his weight to keep her in place, he doesn't seem to be a slouch at all.

Aqua keeps her eyes on him as he considers the opinions, not even bothering to look down when he releases his foot. When the weight is off her ankles, her wrists immediately let go of his when he pulls. It's clear to her that he doesn't want to cause a ruckus either. Smart man.

With one last long look at him, she makes a bit of a gesture to follow and turns to head to the door. Now knowing his dirty little secret, she won't make any moves on him unless provoked.

[paladinpuppet]

Kuron straightens and waits, watching her to see what she's going to do and thankfully it isn't run. She gestures for him to follow instead and he does, trailing after her as eyes still burn into their backs but he keeps his gaze focused on the individual in front of him as he draws his cloak around himself a bit better.

Once their outside and away from prying eyes and ears Kuron reaches allows himself to relax--slightly--a show of good faith as he stops a few feet from her.

"The barmaid said something strange about you," he says simply, eyebrow going up. "You aren't the usual type of traveler I see in a bar like this and what she said did nothing to sway that thought for me."

[ghostdrives]

Running is still a thought rolling around in the back of her mind. This man may be trustworthy, but it's been a long time since she's been able to really, fully trust someone. But something tells her that compared to the eyes that keep watch of them, the people that she's pointedly ignoring, he may be okay...

Aqua doesn't stop until she's a good few feet away from the door. Sometimes the walls of these buildings aren't the thickest and she'd rather not take chances, even if this man is the one that plans on talking.

He may relax, but she doesn't, taking a moment to consider his words and how to respond, occasionally glancing away from him. "You'd be correct about that. I wouldn't exactly be their usual clientele."