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.
