02-04-2014, 09:00 PM
Could he milk some more hospitality from this woman? Of course he could! But would he? Cain wasn't quite sure of the answer himself, but he was gracious for the food and kindness he received. He should have felt bad about conning her, but this was Cain. He didn't care. He did what he needed to get what he wanted. He wasn't the kind to really care one way or the other if someone went through a lot of trouble just for his sake. Heck, he wouldn't have flinched had this woman up and died.
Oh my, that might have been a tad too dark, especially given her kindness. A brooding look lingered in his eyes a while longer. Oh how he would love to see all these people suffer the way his friends had. He would love to see a rain of bullets collide with their bodies and bring an end to this pathetic town.
Finding a nip at the end of his arm, Cain blinked dully at Fen who was sinking his teeth into his hand. His bond with the little critter was stronger than he imagined. It was entirely possible that Fengir was capable of understanding this guy via brain waves. Glancing down at the fox-tiger, Cain willed himself to think bad thoughts about the animal. Sure enough, he managed to raise a brow to him and retort back with, "Right, because then you'll just die that much sooner." Chuckling at his partner's witty quip, the pink hair boy decided it was time to get out of the public eye. Perhaps lay low for a bit? Gather some intel and work out a plan? Ah yes, that sounded most feasible. And so, Cain did just that. He stalked and he watched, waiting until the perfect time to make his move and be on his way.
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