[ with how his emotions had been flaring, it takes viren a second to piece together the intent underlying this quaint little series of events. he almost has half a mind to drive his heels into the ground, noisily insist on continuing to make a scene. —the man glances at him from beneath his hood, quick enough that viren can only bank on the significance of what's happened here, and he should take opportunity where it presents itself.
so he does as bid, throwing one last aggrieved glance at the vendor (and his embarrassment is just slowly, slowly begin to settle in), quietly slipping away from the disorder with his apparent rescuer - ]
[ he glances to the hooded figure just twice (hard to discern much, concealed as his appearance is), and once they're somewhat isolated from the crowd, thinks to speak, his steps slowing, ]
That vendor—
[ spoken in a growl, echoing his frustration. ugh. he stops, then, eyeing the man. ]
no subject
so he does as bid, throwing one last aggrieved glance at the vendor (and his embarrassment is just slowly, slowly begin to settle in), quietly slipping away from the disorder with his apparent rescuer - ]
[ he glances to the hooded figure just twice (hard to discern much, concealed as his appearance is), and once they're somewhat isolated from the crowd, thinks to speak, his steps slowing, ]
That vendor—
[ spoken in a growl, echoing his frustration. ugh. he stops, then, eyeing the man. ]
I was going to have that under control.