Floyd knows the bare minimum about this guy. He was properly debriefed the day before, yes, but despite his impressive memory, he retained very little. Why would he ever need to? If this guy is anything like all the rest, then he'll either turn turncoat, be reassigned, or die in little more than a month's time. A gruesome truth, unfortunately, for many lower ranking members of the Leech clan. Although... that's just it, isn't it? This guy isn't even part of his family. He simply owes them a favor. For all Floyd knows, Lilia will watch him for all of five minutes then disappear into a puff of green smoke, never to be seen again.
The two men stay near, one taking the opportunity to make a call while the other stands watch over the road. Floyd ignores them just as well and, from out of the corner of his eye, glares at the hand offered out to him in greeting.
A shadow, he says. A guardian, a bodyguard, a babysitter. One way or another, it's all the same.
Finally, Floyd steps closer, towering over the shorter man until he surrounds him in the darkness of his larger form. He's so small, so... tiny. He seems more like a flapjack octopus than anything else--a delicate little blob laying low to the sand, that conceals itself with broken pieces of rock and shell. Or perhaps he's more like a flounder, lazy and quiet with little to show beyond its boring brown scales. In the end, still refusing to take Lilia's hand, Floyd scoffs and finally meets this so-called general eye to eye.
Freedom, huh. ... Now doesn't that sound nice?
"Screw you," he mutters, holding his threatening gaze... before suddenly breaking into a run towards the nearby trees. The suited men stand at attention, calling out to Floyd as they prepare to give chase. It's quite possible this isn't the first time the boy has tried to make a daring escape.
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The two men stay near, one taking the opportunity to make a call while the other stands watch over the road. Floyd ignores them just as well and, from out of the corner of his eye, glares at the hand offered out to him in greeting.
A shadow, he says. A guardian, a bodyguard, a babysitter. One way or another, it's all the same.
Finally, Floyd steps closer, towering over the shorter man until he surrounds him in the darkness of his larger form. He's so small, so... tiny. He seems more like a flapjack octopus than anything else--a delicate little blob laying low to the sand, that conceals itself with broken pieces of rock and shell. Or perhaps he's more like a flounder, lazy and quiet with little to show beyond its boring brown scales. In the end, still refusing to take Lilia's hand, Floyd scoffs and finally meets this so-called general eye to eye.
Freedom, huh. ... Now doesn't that sound nice?
"Screw you," he mutters, holding his threatening gaze... before suddenly breaking into a run towards the nearby trees. The suited men stand at attention, calling out to Floyd as they prepare to give chase. It's quite possible this isn't the first time the boy has tried to make a daring escape.