“…Fish? That’s your excuse?”
“I have particular fish with particular tastes. I do this all for my fish.”
“Soooo you’re nuts. Good to know.”
“Uh, maybe some other time. Right now I really gotta go.” She folded the paper and pushed it into her pocket as she glanced around the place. “And it’s Tyler. Not tadpole.”
“Why do ya want to go the show is just starting.” He leered at the girl in front of him. “I don’t know tadpole suits you nice.”
“Some other time.” she repeated, firmly. Maybe she’d chosen the wrong person to ask for help here, but she couldn’t see anyone else nearby. Shouldn’t there be more people walking about the place if there was a show? “You got a name?”
“Your childish attempts at diverting my attention, you mean?“ He huffed quickly, ensuring that the game between them never grew more than a few paces encase she tried to run. Then again, perhaps a good chase would make for the encounter to be all the more entertaining. ”Nobody ever seems to be.“ He said with a somewhat cheery demeanor now. Well - with a smirk.
So he’d noticed. Damn. “You can’t blame a girl for tryin’. …Is it working?” She already knew the answer to that of course, and the smirking was probably not a good thing… Time to go back to Plan B then. “I can’t imagine why that’d be the case.” The hunter gave a brief shrug before suddenly bolting, hoping there would be enough of an element of surprise to catch him off guard.