[ When some stranger catches him on his way to the training grounds, his kneejerk reaction is to ignore it and continue on his way. He doesn't owe anyone his time after all, and he's hardly been in a sociable mood. But, well ...
Maybe it's because he doesn't recognize this woman -- who can be pinpointed as a newly-minted Kenoma Aion quickly enough with a brief squint of True Sight -- and it piques his curiosity. Or maybe it's because she looks so pathetic that he has to assume dealing with her will be effortless and easy. Or maybe it's because he's just been that fucking tired lately and thus willing to procrastinate on his training a bit, but. For whatever reason, he finds himself stopping to look to Havoc. ]
... yeah, I've been here a while.
[ The impression he gives off isn't a particularly pleasant one. His tone of voice is a brusque deadpan, his expression trained into a hardened stare. But if one can see past the dark shadows under his eyes, it's not hard to guess that he's still a teenager -- the line of his jaw, the rounder edge to his cheekbones, and the texture of his skin are all lacking in the distinct sharpness and weathering that comes with age.
Even if he carries himself with all the grace of a seasoned thug, fixing Havoc with a flat stare. ]
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Maybe it's because he doesn't recognize this woman -- who can be pinpointed as a newly-minted Kenoma Aion quickly enough with a brief squint of True Sight -- and it piques his curiosity. Or maybe it's because she looks so pathetic that he has to assume dealing with her will be effortless and easy. Or maybe it's because he's just been that fucking tired lately and thus willing to procrastinate on his training a bit, but. For whatever reason, he finds himself stopping to look to Havoc. ]
... yeah, I've been here a while.
[ The impression he gives off isn't a particularly pleasant one. His tone of voice is a brusque deadpan, his expression trained into a hardened stare. But if one can see past the dark shadows under his eyes, it's not hard to guess that he's still a teenager -- the line of his jaw, the rounder edge to his cheekbones, and the texture of his skin are all lacking in the distinct sharpness and weathering that comes with age.
Even if he carries himself with all the grace of a seasoned thug, fixing Havoc with a flat stare. ]
What're you looking for, lady.