[Michael's head snaps around, and he lets out a breathless, unhinged giggle as he gives pursuit. The fact that it's a child no longer registers as important - it's a Warmblood or a Vileblood, and either way they're perfectly acceptable targets. Small and nimble just means it's gonna be a fun chase!
With his long legs, and the heat leaking from his body melting away the snow where he walks, Michael is fast when he wants to be. Maybe he could even catch Luca pretty quickly - but he doesn't. He won't give up the chase, exactly, but there's no fun in it if he gets them right away! He'll run him out, get him tired, and then he can play with him a little.
There's no sound save the crunching of his feet on the pavement. He's given up on breathing; just some mortal affectation.]
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With his long legs, and the heat leaking from his body melting away the snow where he walks, Michael is fast when he wants to be. Maybe he could even catch Luca pretty quickly - but he doesn't. He won't give up the chase, exactly, but there's no fun in it if he gets them right away! He'll run him out, get him tired, and then he can play with him a little.
There's no sound save the crunching of his feet on the pavement. He's given up on breathing; just some mortal affectation.]