A finger pressed firmly against a small cut that had begun to drip with dark crimson, and it vanished away into the hands of time, as though it were never there to begin with. Dried blood stained the smallest portion of the tip of his finger, and he gulped nervously as he shoved his hand into his pocket, where the blood flaked off to crumble into small pieces of ice. His dragon blood was certainly peculiar and there was no need for the other to see.
Well, if he could even see from there.
A single wave of the hand was delivered as a pretentious smirk crawled upon his delicate features. A mere act of pride and callousness, something akin to a haughty attitude and actions brought forward with slight indignation. Acting frail and weak (which he actually was, emotionally), would not prove to be a substantial amount of help. But Zitao was weary all the same, and kept a close eye on the stranger, bright blue eyes concealing the sudden cowardice within him.
He was a dragon for god’s sake! And he will damn well act like one.
“I’m alright…Really, this is nothing, compared to—"And he shut his mouth. Stupid stupid stupid!"Really, I’m fine.”
█ ▌☢ ℒ ░┊ The mutant felt relieved when the other one seemed to be fine, but he still took note of the slightly peculiar behavior that made him feel a bit uneasy. He took a step back, golden eyes squinting as he examined the other standing before him.
❝ I had no intentions of getting you hurt, but I didn’t expect you to actually follow me, ❞
he mumbled as he looked down, then his gaze turned to the dumpster that was hiding the body, and he was wondering how long it would take for the thief to regain consciousness. Leonardo sighed before he took another step back, towards said dumpster.
❝ You shouldn’t have seen me in the first place. I’m sorry, but that’s just how things have to be. I’m nothing but someone watching over the people. I am not alone—-❞
He sighed heavily before he gave the stranger a stern look.
