[ Motionless, he breathes heavily against his neck. The heat disperses, warm instead of hot, and keeps dropping tempered into submission. ]
What's all this here then?
[ A man in a chocolate-stained apron stands in front of a patisserie across the street. Behind his great bulk, a kid just barely in his teens, stands as backup. He clutches a clean tea towel in his hands and wears a similar apron a lot cleaner than the man who narrows his blue eyes on them. Inside the shop, a dozen eyes watch them. Some stare in shock, others with distaste, and a few bare nothing but abhorrence. Whispers flood the street from the open doors. ]
Take that nonsense away from here, ya hear me?
[ The man steps forward, holding a wooden rolling pin like a menacing club. The kid comes forward too, though he stays behind the man who he bares a resemblance to. The sudden address has Shouto lifting his head from Allen and looking up. Someone gasps, another makes the sign of the cross. His eyes! A demon! Movement erupts inside the shop, and a few men start for the door. ]
This place is for decent folk. Now go back to where you came from. Ain't no one wanting you around here, so leave before my boy calls the constable.
[ The man turns his head to the kid who clutches the tea towel to his chest. The man nods at him, and it takes the kid no more than a second to take off at a dead run. Shouto watches the kid run down the street, looking confused and more than a little lost. ]
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What's all this here then?
[ A man in a chocolate-stained apron stands in front of a patisserie across the street. Behind his great bulk, a kid just barely in his teens, stands as backup. He clutches a clean tea towel in his hands and wears a similar apron a lot cleaner than the man who narrows his blue eyes on them. Inside the shop, a dozen eyes watch them. Some stare in shock, others with distaste, and a few bare nothing but abhorrence. Whispers flood the street from the open doors. ]
Take that nonsense away from here, ya hear me?
[ The man steps forward, holding a wooden rolling pin like a menacing club. The kid comes forward too, though he stays behind the man who he bares a resemblance to. The sudden address has Shouto lifting his head from Allen and looking up. Someone gasps, another makes the sign of the cross. His eyes! A demon! Movement erupts inside the shop, and a few men start for the door. ]
This place is for decent folk. Now go back to where you came from. Ain't no one wanting you around here, so leave before my boy calls the constable.
[ The man turns his head to the kid who clutches the tea towel to his chest. The man nods at him, and it takes the kid no more than a second to take off at a dead run. Shouto watches the kid run down the street, looking confused and more than a little lost. ]
What nonsense?