Irritation floored him to the spot as he tried to reassemble his thoughts, lips now pressed tightly together in a straight line, as fingernails began to dig through cotton fabric. If that strange creature really thought he was getting away, then he surely had another thing coming. Despite his tendency to keep away from possible precarious situations, he could not help but feed his stubborn curiosity as he paced after the large turtle.
It took Zitao a moment to grasp the very fact that the— well, the thing, had taken someone along with them. Another glance, this time with closer observation, confirmed his previous beliefs, and he jogged to keep up with whatever the hell he was following.
“Hold up! It was just a question—”
And he was abruptly cut off when the tip of his boot crashed against the pavement, and sent him flying, arms braced in front of him to protect his face from the ungodly bruises that would mar his fair skin. A groan, and he heaved himself upwards, hands working delicately to brush off the dust that had begun to collect upon his knees and arms.
“Honestly— the things I do for curiosity.”
█ ▌☢ ℒ ░┊ Stay in the dark. Stay in the shadows. Those thoughts were the only ones going through the mutant’s head as he moved forward, panting heavily. Whatever the follower would say, he would refuse to turn around, and when he finally spotted his way out; he couldn’t let out a scoff. A quick jump and he was practically glued to the ladder leading up.
But then; he heard a thump and a groan, and he turned to look what had happened. His follower seemed to have tripped, and Leonardo now seemed to just hang there, wondering whether to do something or take the chance and run. Guilt got the best of him, and he climbed down slowly, dropping the man he was carrying behind a dumpster.
Then he approached the stranger very, very carefully.
