[And he hears it of course, notices, now that she's entered into the tangled web of his consciousness, but rather than stopping or turning or giving any overt indication that he's clocked her presence at all, he keeps moving. Heads around a corner. Dips out of sight.
Only, this time he waits. Keeps himself concealed in a shadowy overhang in the next alley over. Eyes sharp and body wound tight with unsung violence. Not that he necessarily intends to harm, at least, not yet. Not until he's discerned the reason for gaining this discreet little shadow.]
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Only, this time he waits. Keeps himself concealed in a shadowy overhang in the next alley over. Eyes sharp and body wound tight with unsung violence. Not that he necessarily intends to harm, at least, not yet. Not until he's discerned the reason for gaining this discreet little shadow.]