[ Everything in his poor, injured frame tensed up a little as soon as he caught sight of someone rounding the corner and heading towards him. He knew by that posture and the way the figure moved that it wasn't just some stranger coming across him; not with that deliberate pace, either.
There was definitely something that made him different, so he supposed he couldn't blame the brunet from staring at him like that. Maybe it was because commonly, most vampires were vicious and embraced what they were. The one who'd tried to attack his friend before he'd stepped in certainly had been.
Maybe it was because unlike the others, his eyes were blue and not the bright, vivid golden-yellow. Others had called him a 'freak of nature', despite he was incredibly strong. Which meant he'd defend himself the best he possibly could from this guy who was very clearly a hunter, but what he couldn't wrap his mind around? Had to be that the other looked to be somewhere around his age.
Roxas was halfway to making a comment on such a thing when the other teen knelt down, to where he had to stop and think hard on what the hunter had asked him. ]
...Depends on what you mean by 'help'. Surprised you haven't just killed me yet.
[ He winced a little as a small shift jarred the wound on his right leg. He had to be imagining this, right? Maybe it was just the blood loss talking. ]
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There was definitely something that made him different, so he supposed he couldn't blame the brunet from staring at him like that. Maybe it was because commonly, most vampires were vicious and embraced what they were. The one who'd tried to attack his friend before he'd stepped in certainly had been.
Maybe it was because unlike the others, his eyes were blue and not the bright, vivid golden-yellow. Others had called him a 'freak of nature', despite he was incredibly strong. Which meant he'd defend himself the best he possibly could from this guy who was very clearly a hunter, but what he couldn't wrap his mind around? Had to be that the other looked to be somewhere around his age.
Roxas was halfway to making a comment on such a thing when the other teen knelt down, to where he had to stop and think hard on what the hunter had asked him. ]
...Depends on what you mean by 'help'. Surprised you haven't just killed me yet.
[ He winced a little as a small shift jarred the wound on his right leg. He had to be imagining this, right? Maybe it was just the blood loss talking. ]