[At that, he says nothing more other than nod. She knows where they're going, so he will follow her lead. The sound of the town's bustling becomes distant as they head into the more seedier parts. Nothing here, but whispers and the sense that someone is always watching.
Just as they move pass an alleyway, he feels something pat his head. Immediately he turns, grabbing the arm of whomever tried to approach him. There was a yelp, from one of the children of the streets.
"Ow ow ow, you're hurting me mister!"
His grip was firm, painful. Because he didn't know if the arm belonged to a threat, or a foolish child who doesn't know any better. Probably looked like a cool cat to them or something. But he was with the nice lady, so they thought...
As they whimper in pain, begging for him to let go, he eventually does, staring at them as they stumble backwards. A frighten expression as they held their arm. It's not broken, but a bruise will surely form there later.]
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Just as they move pass an alleyway, he feels something pat his head. Immediately he turns, grabbing the arm of whomever tried to approach him. There was a yelp, from one of the children of the streets.
"Ow ow ow, you're hurting me mister!"
His grip was firm, painful. Because he didn't know if the arm belonged to a threat, or a foolish child who doesn't know any better. Probably looked like a cool cat to them or something. But he was with the nice lady, so they thought...
As they whimper in pain, begging for him to let go, he eventually does, staring at them as they stumble backwards. A frighten expression as they held their arm. It's not broken, but a bruise will surely form there later.]