croweds ::

❝didn’t think you were my mission partner.❞

he’s been waiting for a while, impatience having him tap his foot in a pattern of irregular beats, a vanity that has curled his lips and made him all the more uncontrollable. yeah, she was pretty—-yeah, a girl, & she reminded him of someone precious, but he couldn’t really concentrate on her gender or how fair she was, the way she was so smooth and in need of protection. she was a predator, a danger, & he kept his boundaries——tiptoeing around her with an ungentlemanly grace. his breath comes out in cold puffs, the pale white ignited like embers in a flame, floating into twisting twines of translucent ivory. 

a bounty hunt for a couple o’ gangsters was pretty damn easy, just the locatin` part was the biggest pain in the ass. yeah, yata could beat them up and knock ‘em out just right, having no troubles with interrogations or getting information, but it seemed that lately they’ve gotten good at hiding. & of course, the three-eyed crow cannot soar the skies by himself without the cat, the feline that stared warily back at him with piercing green eyes. 

she wasn’t a red, he can sense it. yet there was an anger that lingered about, coiling itself & unraveling, but he’s never really seen girls other than miss anna. she didn’t smell of home, of homra, of sweat & the sweet crackle of a fire-wielder.

             ❝——-never seen you around.❞

▐ ░ ✿; ; ; ▶ 

                        ❛ most never do. ❜

        she was late, & knew it well. yet she was beyond the realm
           of  caring  about  how  punctual  her  arrival  was;  encounters  like this had
           graced  her  presence  far  too  many  times  for it to even become a single
           thought. it  was  whisked   away   with   the   wind,  like   most  other   things.

        this topic arose from many, it wasn’t rare. she was mostly a
           vagabond, a wanderer; never staying in a single  place  for  long  variations
           of   time.  but  she  always   left   her   mark–  she   was   unforgettable.   yet, 
           ephemeral in the same sense  as  well.  she  knew  to  be cautious  around
           him, friend or foe– especially  when   a   question  like   this   could   reveal
           information   she  is   not  quite  comfortable  with   sharing;  especially  with
           a  member   of  homra ( an  organization  that  is  dangerous  to  those  who
           cross the  line  into  something,  perhaps,  that  ends  in  nothing  but  terror ).

                        ❛ i’m .. not from around here. ❜

        of course, she knew his immediate rigidness around her was
           due to the fact that she does not  possess  the   red  aura,  or  anything  of  the
           sort; & that is what  makes  it  so   much   easier  for   someone   such  as  her
           to  stay  clean  from   any   difficulties  that  may   arise.  a   feline  is  quite  the
           appropriate    comparison,   sleek   &    tender;    stealthy    &   sly.   deceptive.

                        ❛ y'can call me sakura. ❜