Minuet [Closed]

[Blade]

A single brow rose as she moved in close. He was tempted to make himself intangible as she went to curl her finger under his chin—make her think he was a ghost—but decided to wait until later for that. As she left he barked laughter. How much sense did that make? Ask him who he was and then decide she didn’t care much at all? He wasn’t sure if he was entertained, but she’d been miles more curious to him than the vampire attack.

His mouth curled into a smile though as he remained in the same position. He could sense her embarrassment. Whether she was embarrassed because she’d gotten too close to him physically or because she felt like she’d said something stupid, he wasn’t certain.

When he heard the bike rev leave down the street he pulled away from the wall and scratched at his chin. One hand went into his jacket pocket. “Well... not much else to do, yeah?” he said to himself. Might as well annoy what he believed to be a Hunter. At leat until he found something better to do.

A shrug before he was smoky again, this time invisible. He shot off around the corner, following the direction of her bike. In mere moments he’d sided up next to her, still invisible and untouchedable, and whispered, “You sure you don’t wanna know?”