Absit Omen
03-30-2014, 04:26 AM
He watched the male turn to face him, one brow raising in amusement. He shrugged a response, though he was amused by the determination of the young male. "An eye for an eye, I suppose. Tell me, young one. What is your name?" He would question as he looked over the bloody mess. He had guts, that much was certain. But how far would the kid go? How far was he willing to walk to get what he wanted? What was it that he wanted in the first place? Sin decided that this welp would be too predictable, and so chose to take a seat where he stood. Posture was not tense, though it was in between relaxed and ready to knock the kid aside should he decide to charge him. And the thought would bring him to a chuckle, like that kid could win in the first place. "My name is Sin. And you, are in luck." "" |
