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.
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.
In his lifetime. Zitao has seen many things. Dragons, spirits, phoenixes, vampires, werewolves, witches, wizards and the like. But never, ever, has he seen such a peculiar thing. Eyes wide with interest and slight fascination, his thoughts turn morbid as he drifts closer, fingers gripping the edge of his shirt.
”What are you?”
█ ▌☢ ℒ ░┊ Making sure that the body on the ground was not moving; Leonardo crouched down to poke it once, sighing softly. He had to get this guy to the police.
However; he didn’t get far before a voice broke the silence, and he jumped up, fists up and ready to defend him as he spun around. When he saw that it wasn’t much of a danger; he let his fists down just a tiny bit, but still ready in case it was some kind of trap.
❝ … ❞
Then quickly; he spun back around, grabbed the arm of the thief and pulled it up so he could carry it over his shoulder before he disappeared around the nearest corner.
