Under the Bush

His name hung in the air for long moments, an invitation seemingly with no answer. Wyndham pursed his lips and prepared to turn and leave -- after all what good is invisible, wordless company -- when the stranger finally decided to show himself. His gaze flickered down to meet Shiki's, and a wide grin spread across his features. Despite being understandably taken aback by the other's inquiry, he was feeling more than friendly enough to play gently.

"Hurt you," he scoffed. "Why would I want to go and do that? Too much work, really. To be fair, that does sound an awful lot like something a murderer would say." Sensing after a moment that a joke of that nature may be lost on his new companion, he let out a soft laugh, an indication that he really meant no harm. "Well met, Shiki! What was so interesting under that bush, anyway?"