| Maybe he was confident enough to figure that he was done with her, but he wasn’t that lucky. It was the sound of her voice that caused him to glance back, sharp mahogany eyes flicking over his shoulder to see the spotted woman shoving her way through the alley ahead of a rather large group of individuals. Roshan arched a brow, unimpressed, and quite frankly beyond done with her. It wasn’t hard to be decent. It cost this clown nothing. There was no reason she had to use such crass language when regarding Bandit, and honestly? Roshan wouldn’t stand for it. If it was him? Sure. He would have laughed it off and probably wholeheartedly agreed. The thief had been called a lot of nasty, crude names during his time on the streets. By now it was all second nature, and each insult only fueled his desire to succeed where they thought he would fail. Bandit, though? The ferret-dragon was innocent and he knew that he wasn’t common. The salesman in the black market had called him a ’freak of nature’, and something that ’didn’t belong’. Roshan knew what that was like, yet the sable amalgamation didn’t deserve such unfair treatment. Like now, from the clown. Perhaps that was why Roshan had acted the way he did. Bandit was family, and he protected what family he had left. Rolling his eyes, the painted stallion continued along his desired path, not even bothering to change his pace. The narrow alleyway branched out in only a few paces, a path heading straight that was intersected by another path veering off to the left. Roshan eyed it and then flicked a braid back at the grullo woman, not really giving a shit if she advanced upon him or not. Her larger size did not intimidate him. The street-rat had taken on far worse in his time in back alley brawls. Once close enough, Roshan slipped into the alleyway that veered to the left. “Don’t get lost,” he called back over his shoulder in a sing-song short of way, not giving a shit if she followed him or not down this new path, “Your ‘tourist’ is showing. Would hate for someone to mug you on the streets.” Although it would be terribly ironic if it was him. Once more, he laughed, a soft sort of chuckle meant only for Bandit and himself. Bandit only sighed, glancing back with a thoughtful look. The ferret-dragon really hoped that the woman didn’t follow. He didn’t much care for her, either. |
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