[Despite how noisy his company tries to be, the redhead doesn't appear to react or even acknowledge the presence of another until Charles starts speaking.
His body language instantly strings tight, nearly stumbling over a nearby tombstone as he twists around and pulls out one of the knives from his belt. Dark eyes glare at him from overtop his makeshift scarf, only slightly dying down when he sees who it really it is. Clouded eye and all, huh.
The fuck was he thinking.]
Try that again and I'll shove this straight through your ribs. [It's a barking enough tone even with how muffled it is by the fabric.]
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His body language instantly strings tight, nearly stumbling over a nearby tombstone as he twists around and pulls out one of the knives from his belt. Dark eyes glare at him from overtop his makeshift scarf, only slightly dying down when he sees who it really it is. Clouded eye and all, huh.
The fuck was he thinking.]
Try that again and I'll shove this straight through your ribs. [It's a barking enough tone even with how muffled it is by the fabric.]